The Story from the Homefront: How I'm surviving

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The Story from the Homefront: How I'm surviving
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When I was a child, my mother and I would spend long, hot hours in the garden tending to the vegetables and fruits that she planted for fun. Little did I know that this skill could save my life one day.I moved away from my parent's house when I turned 20 in 2010. I lived a only about mile away from their house, but this distance was enough that I felt the comforting feeling of isolation. I would keep up with my mother through regular phone calls, which kept us both somewhat sane. One day, my mother called.""Hello Honey, I was wondering if you were interested in some of the seeds I have gathered from the garden.""""Mom, hi - I don't think that I'll have the time to keep up the garden anymore. I'm sorry.""""You really should, dear. I don't like what we've been hearing on the news. With all of the tainted milk products and the rise of the price of food, you should try to be as self-sufficient as possible.""""Am I supposed to be running my own farm here, mom? I have a book to write! I can't spend time maintaining plants.""""I'll come and help you get started. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it!""Click. My mother had apparently made the decision for me.10 minutes later, I heard the car door slam. I saved the document I had been working on and walked outside. As I opened the door, I froze. My mother hadn't just brought me some seed.No, she brought me gardening tools, 12 different kinds of seed, and 3 goats. My mother didn't usually go overboard like this. ""Hey mom... what's this?""""It's time you take your livelihood into your own hands. Don't you worry about paying me back, your father and I are comfortable giving you this. You'd just better bring us a turkey for christmas.""""A turkey?""""Yes, your father's bringing them with him in the truck.""""Them?""""4 Turkeys, 6 chickens.""""....Mom, are you planning on taking care of these animals?"" ""I'll get you started, sure.""My mother wouldn't take no for an answer. My father threw a fit when I tried to take them back to the neighbor  they had bought the animals from. I was stuck with them.However, my mother held true to her promise, and we spent the next few weeks getting my garden started. My father and younger brother built an enclosure for the birds, and one for the goats as well. I found that I had gotten lucky - they had turned their property into a true ranch. It was an incredible sight to behold.Over the next three years, things fell into a routine for me. For the rest of the world, things got a hell of a lot worse. Instead of giving each other scented candles for christmas, my friends and I exchanged the fruits of our labor. In exchange for 30 chickens (the population in my backyard was becoming ridiculously large), I received a cow from my neighbor. I continued to write, and even when times got tough, I never starved. I was lucky. Every day I thank my mother for that stroke of (albiet random) brilliance, as I knew many people out there weren't as lucky.