MENDELIAN PEAS COMPASS
Once upon a time, I crossed the pathway of an agriculture consultant. He was born, bred and raised in the Caribbean Sea.
Employment in his line of occupation was dire in his home-country so he opted to immigrate in an Occidental country surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean.
He was born in a religious household. Nothing prepared him for ice and snowstorms. He had a passion for geography and philanthropy.
After his second dark and cold winter in his new country, he decided to take a break and embark on a 1-month charitable mandate in the Arabian
Peninsula to evaluate soil quality in a hostile land. Deep down, he depicted the brave soul who accepts missions the majority would shy away from.
He ended examining an olive tree decaying soil. He was unaccustomed to the strong decaying human flesh smell so he investigated the past history of
surrounding countries.
I asked him: «How could you conclude that it was decaying human flesh and not animal or intoxicated soil?»
He responded: «Because it took very little soil digging to exhume human bones from the dehydrated soil. It was not animal carcass but human decaying flesh as if something disastrous had happened and it was impossible to hygienically bury people in a timely manner.»
I asked him: «What did you do next?»
He responded: «Although I was raised to read the Bible at a young age, it did not prepare me on how to deal with climate change and soils caved in war zones.»
I asked him: «Why don't you name the country?»
He responded: «Because I signed a confidentiality contract to never divulge anything compromising.»
I responded: «Fair enough! What was your course of action?»
He responded: «I was informed that the olive tree land was one of the few left in a war zone located in the vicinity of a country urbanized by the Western World. The scenery seemed strange to find an architecturally modern country surrounded by very old impoverished countries?»
I asked him: «Were you mesmerized or shocked?»
He responded: «It was mesmerizing at first to see the western landscape but then shocking to realize that this new country and many surrounding impoverished countries were all fighting for a decaying olive tree land.»
I asked him: «Did you propose to import crop?»
He responded: «You oversimplified the equation believing that new crop will undo a century of dehydrated soil in an era where climate change rules the world!»
I responded: «You seem perplexed by the Mendelian Pea discovery.»
He responded: «Times have changed. Mother nature and climate change might eventually outrule human battles.»
I asked him: «How did the mandate end?»
He responded: «I was not going to bluff and falsify a report simply to ensure that the charitable organization secures a source of income. I wrote in the report that the soil is contaminated with rotten roots. I come from an impoverished country in the Caribbean Sea and remember my own despair struggling day and night with an empty stomach. Climate change and the industrialization of the fish industry exacerbated a beautiful but poor country. But, at least I could go to school. I felt sad in the Arabian Peninsula realizing that some impoverished kids cannot even go to school. In the Western World, kids who are not taken care of, with problems, troublemakers, or let down by the system sometimes end up on the streets or in gangs. The dilapidated streets in the Arabian Peninsula had me wondering where else can these poor kids go. Throwing oneself in 7 Oceans is no solution for humankind. If you feed seas cadavers then expect it back to feed you cadavers. You see black when the hopes of a future are taken away from you.»
I responded: «There are problems in various shades and shapes all over the globe. Thank you for sharing an agricultural and philosophical lesson.»