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My Amish Mentors Part 1
Sister Faith took me in, teaching me all different practical things, everything from canning foods and churning butter, milking the cows and squeezing the udders, sewing and darning all of the clans clothes, washing them all by using a washboard, hanging them on the clothesline outside, going for a horse and buggy ride, plowing the fields using an old mule, making all the meals and clothes from scratch, which was yet another rule, Sister Faith and her husband Brother Caleb one day took me aside, said they liked my work so much they wanted me to join their family clan, and become amish and assimilate, becoming one of them, saying I'd be the new farmhand and housekeeper and for their 12 kids the nanny, well I said I'd think about it while I thought I still had my sanity, but after a split second thought otherwise, because that night I devised a plan, said to myself have to get away from this slave driving amish clan, tied some bedsheets together and threw them out the window, climbed down to the ground and ran away like some fugitive, walking and running till I saw the lights of a town, almost didn't make it as I kept stumbling down, used the pay phone and called a taxi service, thought I saw some amish and started feeling nervous, finally safe and secure in the backseat of the taxi, I said to the driver "just take me back to my home where there is no amish but where theres technology!"
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