Freedom's Arrow
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Hey Babe!
I know you've been working a lot lately, so I've decided to send you a message to cheer you up (and maybe give you some energy, heh-heh). It would have been easier to send this to you via E-mail, but I've yet to get yours working. You probably won't get this for a while, being busy and all, but I just wanted to tell you how special you are. Here goes:
There once was a farmer. He lived in a small town in the country. His farm was small, but he was a hardworker, and he never complained.
The farmer's life was one sad story. Misfortune and heartache had followed him since his mother died giving birth to him. His father and brothers held his mother's death against him, and abused him until he was old enough to move away. Away from that house of pain and suffering.
Still, he could not escape the torment. If followed him as some unseemly predator, hunting him and ruining his every hope. He lost money in a bad deal, and could only buy a small patch of land on which to farm. Still, he managed to meet a woman who loved him despite of his lack of wealth and wealth of sorrow.
They tried to have children three times. Each died before being born. The third brought the most sadness of all. Only two years after their marriage, his wife lay dead from yet another miscarriage. He thought his life had ended.
Still, rather than give up, he continued with gridiron determination. While he felt alone, forsaken, he never did give up. Even when his friend was killed while helping him build a bigger barn, even when two thirds of his livestock were killed by the plague, still he worked on. Even when his crops were destroyed by hail and drought, even when the townsfolk ridiculed him and pitied him, he never gave in to the overwhelming self pity.
In fact, though his heart ached like a gaping void, through his struggles he became a better person. Though he didn't have much, he gave to what he could to the poor, and always offered his house to weary travelers. He could be seen in church most Sundays, tired but still singing along with the best of them. And while his life was always hard, he carried on his tasks with an almost unearthly placidness which made all who knew him admire him.
All his life he toiled and worked. When the backbreaking labour finally claimed him, years before his life should have been over, the townsfolk all gathered round and gave him a funeral such as their county had never seen. Everyone in town was there, and many from beyond. After his burial everyone told teary-eyed stories of how he'd helped them, how hard he'd worked, and what an inspiration he'd been. While his life may not have amounted to much by human standards, his attitude of undying hope and strength in the face of adversity lives on to this day.
Anyhow Melissa, that farmer is you. You work so hard, and try so hard, despite what people say, or how little yield you often get for your toils. I love you so much for your great attitude towards adversity, and I know a lot of other people like you for it too. It's one of your strongest points.
I also love how good and important you make me feel. Even though you're a much better, busier person than I, when you spend time with me, I feel special. And I like nothing better than being close to you. I also think you're very beautiful, even if you don't agree with me (and that's one argument I intended to win wink, wink. Not to mention you're a really fun person to be around, and lots of people realize it.
So anyhow, just wanted to send you this to make up for the time we've missed, working and all. I love you lots, and I'm sorry I couldn't bring you chocolate at the end of your long (ie. 11 PM) shift. Huh-huh, long. Well, we'll make up for it later, m'kay? Great. Talk to you soon. I love you more than you will ever know.
Love,
Dave