Wheat Truck Pioneer

My husband (yes, the "wonderful awesome husband" I (he) posted about on facebook the other day) is working harvest.   He has summers off because he was smart enough to go into education.   This summer, though, he decided that since we have an appendectomy and a tonsilectomy to pay for he would sacrifice three weeks of his lazy hazy summer and work for one of the local wheat farmers.    He is four days into it now and is wondering what the heck he was thinking!   

Jewels over at frazzledandfrumpy blogged about Pioneer Day - - the celebration of the early Mormon pioneers trekking across the country to escape persecution and ending up in the Salt Lake Valley.   It took many months and was extremely hard.  People sacrificed most of their worldly possessions.   They suffered along the way, physically and emotionally.  Many died on their journey, but they kept on trekkin', motivated by the promise of religious freedom.    Those who made it paved the way for others to come and were heroes to their descendants.   Jewels' blog post reminded me of my husband.  He is kind of like a pioneer as he drives the wheat truck every day, six days a week, 12 hours a day.   It's hard work.  He is suffering.   He has sacrified some of his summer.  He is motivated - - not by religious freedom (we already have  that).  He is motivated by FINANCIAL freedom (well, not total financial freedom but freedom from medical bills).

Okay, fine.  It's really nothing like the pioneers of old.  People won't be talking about him decades from now and how he sacrificed his hammock for a few weeks in order to drive an air conditioned wheat truck and earn thousands of dollars.  (Yes, they pay really well.)   He won't die and his body buried in a makeshift grave in the wheat field.

But . . .  he IS paving the way to freedom from medical bill debt . . . and . . . he IS my hero.

Plus - - the bread you will eat just may have been made using the wheat he is harvesting . . . :)  His influence knows no bounds.