My parents were hard working, giving, loving and children of the Great Depression. My Dad learned to plow and cut hay with horse drawn equipment during the drought known as the Dust Bowl. So as the science of farming began to emerge, my Dad was on the forefront. He used all of the newest, latest, most technologically advanced methods for increasing crop yield during the very short growing season in South Dakota.
Using the latest chemical fertilizers, pesticides and herbicides, he did his best to produce enough corn, milo, wheat and alfalfa for his herd. My Mom followed suit and fell in love with chemicals to "set" the blooming flowers on her vegetable plants to ensure there would be more tomatoes, squash, cucumbers, beans and the like in her big garden. She lovingly laced the soil with some natural fertilizers she composted from the chickens, cows and sheep as well as bags of chemical fertilizers to try to get that clay soil to help her feed her family.
She poured over seed catalogs that advertised the latest hybrid seeds that were touted to yield the biggest crops . . . all in an effort to feed her family.
Sadly at 23 I found that I had a rare form of cancer. Only a few years later my Dad, at 58, was diagnosed with throat cancer and just as he was finished with radiation treatments my Mom, at 57, was diagnosed with cancer of the liver and died at 59. A few short years later my father passed away at 64 and sometime that year my oldest sister called to say her doc had found pre-cancerous cells during a routine exam. At 42 I was visited by another rare cancer and about 5 years later my younger brother was diagnosed with fatty liver disease.
Each of these conditions can be traced back to those chemicals either directly or indirectly.
Each of these stories also contributed to my quest to get to the bottom of the problem.
Each of these stories inspires me to stand up, speak out and become a beacon for the truth.
Each of these stories compels me to be a better guardian of Mother Earth, human bodies and the plants and animals that live among us.
So today I want to share a link to a commercial that touches me each time I hear the haunting words and each time I see the inspiration it provides . . .
My hat's off to Chipotle Mexican Grill for starting a Real Food movement in an industry that places no value in supporting sustainable farming and all it stands for. Thank you for being a beacon of light, a shining example that food served quickly can also be Real Food!
Each one of us has the power to "be the change we want to see in the world" by purchasing as much Real Food as possible, seeking out organic farmer's markets, community supported agriculture groups and taking a stand against GMO's and foods laced with chemicals.
Thanks also to Willie Nelson for standing up for family farmers all these years and for lending his voice to this little movie of hope.
To read more about certain chemicals and how they effect our food and our bodies here are a few sites with some info you may find alarming . . .
I'm certain you each have a story to tell . . . these are mine and I live to powerfully speak up for Real Food, grown without chemicals and with love! I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that my parents would be so proud of me!
|Here I am at 23 with my parents at 52 and 53 - just a few months before our journeys with cancer began.|
Let's all stand together and cultivate a better world 1 meal at a time!