I take the privilege of writing to you which other farmers might be ashamed to take such authority. But I'm devastated and I don't know what to do. For about months my children have been suffering from the bad harvest and in the month of March we have no money to survive. After the Depression, the grain economy had collapsed. I had a hard time paying for food, the mortgage, and we eat all the food we have. I have to sell my livestock at a low price or have them killed because I cannot feed them. Furthermore, I left my fields because the conditions were not suitable for their work. Then, after 5 years, we now had harsh winters, and summer droughts and my crops were destroyed. There was extreme wind which was hot and creates dust storms. I closed the windows because the grasshopper caused the black sky and I and the rest of the farmers used bran, sawdust and sodium arsenate to kill the grasshopper. The windows of my house shattered and the nearest lines crushed as the winds blew at a hundred miles an hour. Hundreds of my acres of corn have been mulched. Barns were demolished, barns destroyed, and the one horse my family relied on was killed. While I was away looking for work, my wife fed the children the dried apples that the grasshopper had poisoned, but my wife does not know this. My twins' son died and two minutes later my last child died. Now I'm completely angry at my wife. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Receive an original essay. Please overlook the privilege I am taking. I think this is my last chance to get help because I always hear other farmers talk about you so much and how you are a butter and egg man and what a good man you are. Please kindly send a hacksaw to buy shelter, nourishment and clothing for the new baby on the way. I am a hard working man and please find me a job to provide for her and the new baby on the way.