As part of your agricultural training, you have learned to grow wheat, and approach your new responsibility with confidence. The town of Morden is not so far from Winnipeg that you feel isolated; in fact, you are able to get into Winnipeg for Saturday morning synagogue services at least once each month and, of course, for all the holy days. It feels good to daven sitting in the same shul as your cousin and his family, the only family you have left in the world.
However, one problem you had not anticipated on your new job was locusts. Immense swarms of these pests fly out of the American Rocky Mountains and sweep through the northern Great Plains and southern Canada. Your crops lie directly in their path, and the locusts do not spare them. When you walk across the fields, all you can find are bits and pieces of stubble. The owner of the wheat farm has lost everything, and you have lost your job.
After considering your position for a while, you decide to go to college and then on to law school. When you graduate, you open a law office in Winnipeg, devoting your efforts to protecting the interests of small farmers and store owners, building a reputation as the defender of the underdog. This choice does not make you as wealthy as other lawyers, but you are satisfied that you are doing something important with your life.
When your friends elect you President of the Winnipeg chapter of the Canadian Jewish Congress, you know that your efforts have been worthwhile. The honor paid to you by your friends is more important to you than any amount of money. You are a very happy person.
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