I remember the visit by a woman who couldn’t speak English and I couldn’t speak her language but she came to just sit out in the country. As a child she grew up in a communist country. Her dream was to become a farmer and live in the country but her Country decided she would do a better job for them in an apartment in town so she wasn’t allowed to be a farmer.
Today I thank God for the opportunity to choose where we live and how we work. Edgar wouldn’t like it in a city apartment.