For I realized that I had forgiven him for how he treated me when I was a kid. Having no idea if he was still living, I began wishing him well, realizing he was a man who needed my love more than he needed my hate. Please let me go. The wheat ripens in early June in Texas, then Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska and finally in Canada in late August. Harvesters with big combines and trucks contract with farmers to cut their wheat.
Harvesters have a reputation of swearing, drinking, and carousing their way north.
But I thought my employer was different. He went to my church, regularly helping serve the Lord's Supper. I played with his boy who was my age, and I cheered on another son who was a high school football star. But my perceptions did not match reality. In fact, the man was impatient, especially with my mechanical ineptitude.