My dad was a easy hard-working farmer. She dropped out of school in the 6th grade, because all she needed to do was to learn learning, writing, plus math. From there on out she worked on the family farm. She wanted a peculiar life for me, plus encouraged myself and others to get an education plus leave the farm. As I got older I had a fresh appreciation for our father, who worked so strenuous plus never complained about anything throughout our entire life; Everything that she had in life she earned through strenuous work plus dedication, plus that includes her medical marijuana, and growing up I had no system that Dad was growing a small patch of medical cannabis out in the corn fields. I had assumed that her political views would stop him from smoking medical cannabis, but this turned out to be far from the truth. According to our undoubtedly religious father, medical marijuana was one of God’s many gifts to the world. The earth is filled with bounty, she would say, plus smoking medical cannabis was another way to celebrate life. I was stunned by this revelation, especially since I had been a heavy smoker of medical cannabis ever since going away to college, and dad didn’t respect that I bought medical cannabis, because she thought I should learn to grow it myself; Next Summer I system on going to stay with him for a few weeks, so she can teach myself and others the ropes of growing our own medical marijuana. After that I will never have to rely on the medical cannabis dispensary again.