The Lesson Of A Lifetime Kevin
Moral: Lessons are not given, they are taken.
Farmer Del sat down onto his shed with his head in his hands. As usual, he was thinking about his life and his living conditions. The cunning and organized farmer lived in a peaceful and calm plantation in the South of Ireland. He was single and lived in a compact shed that had barely enough room for him. He was a happy man with a wife until they started a bitter fight about their future and their wealth, which led to a divorce. People who came by to look at the crops next to his shed consistently misunderstood it as a dump, which embarrassed him greatly. For generations, his family had been farmers, harvesting wheat and corn and others. The shed only had a small bed stained with dirt and barley husks that smelled like wet mud. His salvaged sofa, which he picked up from a scrap yard, had a large hole on the seat that had cotton bursting. It made an ear-piercing screech every time one sat on it. Because he couldn’t afford expensive food, he ate oatmeal porridge every morning. He was lucky to own a heater, so during winter he did not freeze.
Farmer Del’s past life was tragic. He had a decent amount money and his wife was still with him at that time. But one day, a fellow businessman he met at school advised him to bet in the casino. The farmer was quite stubborn and spent all his money on chips, but sadly lost all them. In the blink of an eye, he went bankrupt. This led to his divorcement and caused him to live in his pathetic home.
Every morning, he would go out to the fields and work in his fields. Then, at midday, he would come home, ravenous. He would eat and continue working until dark. After that, he would wash his face, read the free news papers supplied by the representative of the town. Then he would fall straight into bed and sleep. The next day, he would repeat the routine. Only on Sundays, he would go to the market and sell all his vegetables to the grocers there and collect his pay. His dream was to live a decent life. Now, he wanted money. He wanted to be rich. He ignored the greed that gradually overwhelmed him and he silently kept his thoughts to himself.
On a certain Sunday of a week, the farmer went to the market in the center of the town. He got on his large run-down tractor and loaded his stock of food. The tractor was quite worn out, but it was one of the farmer’s most important and expensive possessions as he owned for more than a decade. The trip to the market usually took half a day. The lonely farmer usually spent his time there pondering over th how he would manage his life in the future. When he got to the market, he heaved his load of stock into the market stalls and sold them to Mr.Ben, a local shopkeeper.
He was busy unloading the stock when he saw a newspaper stand. He took a copy and read over the fresh news papers. The man at the stand yelled: “Newspapers for sale! Celebrity moves into Yarksville”. The bold letters on the front page said “Retired Celebrity Pop Singer John Tuff Moves to Yarksville”. Yarksville, the farmer thought. That was near where he lived. Because of the peacefulness of the plantations, that was an ideal area for retirement and there was a reserved area there for rich residents. He took the newspaper copy home along with his earnings and left on the long trip back to his shed.
Life went on and Farmer Del continued to work day and night to support his living. But during this winter, the old heater he had broke down. Because of this tragedy, he had to continue life that month by freezing until his limbs were rigid.
“How much worse can life be?” He thought to himself. “How can I go on like this? Life will be impossible”.
But one winter day, the celebrity John Tuff came across by himself to look at the crops. Farmer Del noticed him and came over to him. “How may I help you sir?”, he exclaimed patiently. Mr.Tuff eyed him for a while and replied, “I have overseen your production of greens. I would be glad to offer you a job as my main supplier. Every week, you may come to my house to deliver your finest greens. I will pay you twice of money you earn from the market stalls”.
Farmer Del knew that only a fool wood reject such a fabulous deal. Immediately, he started working for Mr.Tuff. Once again, the sunny morning on Sunday, he walked to Mr.Tuff’s garage to give him his supply of vegetables. ”I am very grateful to be working for you, dear sir. I am sure I will supply you with the best vegetables I have”. John Tuff replied: “Please carry your stock and put them into my closet” as he pointed towards a corner in the room. The farmer promised Mr.Tuff, as he surveyed Mr.Tuff’s vast garage. It was five times the size of his home and there were a couple old automobiles in a line. The place was also littered with iron models of famous buildings of the world. A glass chandelier shone radiant beams of light everywhere and the farmer was very envious of John Tuff’s household.
Farmer Del opened the closet and spotted a drawer on the side. While, he was lifting the vegetables in, he opened the drawer and peeked inside. Inside the drawer were rolls of Irish pounds bundled up together. The farmer estimated about 1000 pounds, which was enough to help improve his life and possibly expand his shed and allow him to buy more household items.
“Are you finished yet?” a voice called to him, startling the farmer
“Why yes sir, I should be leaving now” Farmer Del replied, nervously picking up his crates. He immediately set off home
. On the way back, he gazed towards the sea horizon. It was a vibrant mixture of orange and red, as it was the afternoon. He thought about his encounter with the cash in the closet. He was wondering about how life would be with it. How his dream of having his life improved can be fulfilled. Then, he thought about his early betting years and how he lost all his money. He might as well take his chances and try to take the money. If he succeeded, he would be richer. If he didn’t he would probably face criminal charges if he got caught. He was old and he decided that going to prison was a young man’s game. All of this made his head hurt, so all he did was go home and take a nap. “I have a week to think about what I should do. That should be enough time.” The confident farmer thought to himself.
The one week passed quickly and the farmer got ready to haul in his cargo again for Mr.Tuff. Despite this, he still didn’t know if he should touch the 10000 pounds. He decided the risks were too high.
”You sure are early today, my friend!” John Tuff welcomed him brightly.
“Of course sir, I have to make sure that what you receive is of the best quality.” He walked over to the closet where he loaded his vegetables
He peeked at the money nervously.He thought about what he should do. Taking the money was a very large risk. His life would also be affected greatly if he landed in jail. Once again, he was the young man who bet in the casino years ago. The man who always lost. And yet, he was taking a bet right now and the outcome was already decided.
His hands shivered as he picked up the thick roll of banknotes. He had large trousers in his pants that were especially made for farmers so they can be able to stuff packets of seeds in them. But unbeknownst to him, the pockets had holes the size of apples in them. He was wandering out the room when John Tuff came in. Farmer Del stopped abruptly, causing notes to fall out one by one. John Tuff was very surprised.
“You didn’t just…”
The farmer knew what was in stock for him. He tried to leave the room and run off, but Tuff’s driver held him back. In a few minutes a police car drove off and escorted him to the Police station. He couldn’t believe what he just did. He was kept in a cell for a whole night. The next day, a young, kind warden supervising him started chatting with him.
“Hey matie, what’cha do te get yerself land in here?” He asked curiously.
The farmer was grateful to have someone to talk to, so he replied:”I stole a thousand pounds from John Tuff, my neighbor”.
The warden seemed very surprised: “Yer mean der new celebrity who moved into Yarksville? Yer do have some guts man!” All Farmer Del did was sigh.
Then the farmer shared his life story with the warden. The warden was very interested the story and looked like a child listening to a fairytale. The warden seemed very emotional and dabbed at his eyes with his handkerchief
“I see yer story sir. I very hope yer can live a happier life. Ya see, even I have a wife and a child. All I like to do is teh see them happy everyday. I bet you can have the same life when yer come out of yer 18 month prison sentence matie.” The warden said.
The 18 month sentence seemed like forever. During the time, the farmer reflected on his life. Surprisingly, some of his inmates had also stolen or broken the law because of poverty or longing for something. But the farmer still blamed himself of what had happened because it was still because of his greed that he stole the money. Since he was caught in jail, not only could he not keep the money, but he still had to serve a sentence. His life was in ruins, but he finally understood what he should do. With a confident mind he continued an optimistic life in prison and knowing his fellow cellmates.
2 years later…
Farmer Del, or now known as Mr.Del, strolled on the streets in an old Ford’s special, with a blue gradient paint job and shiny headlights. He returned to his house a bid after and he gazed towards the radiant chandelier hanging above his head that welcomed him with a blaze of yellow light. He was greeted with a rapid burst of “Daddy” from his daughters. He turned around and sat at his seat to watch the news on the latest innovation, the black and white television. Without serving his sentence, he might’ve not understood the meaning of his life and what he should do. Now, his dreams have achieved and finally, his life was peaceful.