And the windmills spin round and round.
My job was to create a
garden of food for people, and gather groups for projects. After our
team saw the first sprouts of our planting we decided to celebrate. The
irrigation systems are in place, and the soil is breathing new life
into this world of hunger. The local people are celebrating, dancing,
and feasting once more but this time upon their own harvests.
group had started windmills, which are now finally working and
everything in this country seems to be going right. My family was flown
in to share in the excitement, and a family vacation in this now
prospering country. We had all made a difference and now the music
blasted through the fields, and people screamed out with excitement.
Everywhere you look there was smiles.
Just as the festivities were
coming to a halt, one person approached me. Tears in their eyes, I
recalled hearing from them before. They were the one who cried out to
me asking when they would feast again. The young person, who was once
starving and skinny, now healthy and strong took my hands in their own
and whispered a quiet "Thank you". My work in this area was done, and
finally I could go home to be with my family. Well, atleast I thought I
could until I got that dreadful text from Alchemy. My family departed
the next day by plane, and I was to go to yet another country in need
of services. Though I decided to stay a while longer before going on to
my next mission. So much for celebration, at least this step was over.
This country will never again suffer.