I was always taught by my parents that working hard will bring you to success. In my childhood, I can remember them telling me that crying does not help because you can’t see what you are doing, to respect authority, be humble, and don’t brag. In Hawaii, working hard seems to be getting me nothing but a monthly pay check. There were better jobs in China, where we could at least go to sleep at a reasonable hour. Work, Work, Work, its all I seem to do these days. If I were back in China, we would be preparing for the Harvest Moon Festival to celebrate falls harvest. American culture does not celebrate Harvest Moon but they do have a holiday similar to it, known as Thanksgiving Day. I can just imagine myself back in our small village with my wife and parents. I wish I could have one of mom’s moon cakes with different black bean paste filling…
But I must face reality, soon we will begin to harvest the rice and then after waiting a month or more we will begin to break the ground before ploughing the soil to plant seeds in by hand. Working in the rice paddies has built up my strength, but has put much weigh on my hand, legs, and back. Pretty soon I'm going to be old and grow white hair.
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