Meanwhile, Reverend Ben Cameron sat in the hospital waiting room clasping his hands staring at the floor. A charge nurse interrupted his meditation.
“There’s someone who wants to see you,” informed the nurse. She led him to one of the rooms and motioned him inside. Caroline Mason greeted the minister with a faint smile.
“I'm getting better,” he heard someone say. The minister welcomed the sound of the tiny voice; it was Tilley’s.
“Yes, you are!” The pastor, misty-eyed, grinned from ear to ear.
“I had a dream,” said Tilley.
“You did? What was it about?”
“A lady told me, God wanted me to stay with my mommy.”
“I believe he does, Tilley.” He reached for the child’s hand and smiled at her mother.
Not far, the hospital nursery was full of pint-sized infants as Jack, and Maggie Landon made their way to the area. “I have someone I want you to meet,” Jack told Maggie. Dr. Simpson cradled a baby girl, she handed to Maggie.
“Her name is Hope,” explained Dr. Simpson. “Shortly before her mother died, I promised that I would find someone to take care of her.” Maggie cuddled the baby, kissing her tiny hands.
In another hospital room, Chance dozed in a recliner. His clothes were crimpled, and a healthy amount of stubble covered his face. He had not left Emily’s side since she arrived. He awakened to Emily rousing from days of unconsciousness. “You're still here,” she observed, groggy from her illness.
“I told you I wouldn't leave you,” he assured. He was ecstatic to see her awake and talking. “You rest. You're going to need your strength for our world tour,” he smiled. “I am not planning on carrying you across the globe.” Still weak, Emily closed her eyes once more, a slight grin graced her face.
Meanwhile, Congressman Landon paced outside the President’s Oval office. “The President will see you now,” said the receptionist. Inside the office, the president reached to shake the congressman’s hand.
“Good work, Congressman,” said the president.
“But how'd you know that I would help you? Not have you arrested?”
“I didn't,” confessed Jack.
The president smiled. “There's something else.”
Just then, Sal, the computer security office technician, entered the room.
“Sal?” questioned the congressman.
“I’ve long had my suspicions about Harris and his crew. I couldn't trust anyone,” explained the president. “And fear was on the side of public opinion. Sal and I go back to grammar school.”
Sal, speaking in a deep voice uttered the words,
“dead seeds.”
“You were already speaking out,” said the president to Landon. “Sal called me the day you were in the security office, asking about the Goliath project. We hoped if we gave you a few crumbs…”
“I'd follow the trail,” interjected the congressman. “But on the street. I saw.” Landon glanced at Sal. Remembering the night, men shoved Sal into a car and disappeared.
“Yeah, we didn't plan on that, but Sal knew the risks,” said the president. “While Sal was in prison, I had a man on the inside watching out until we could make our move.” The president looked at the congressman. “You weren't alone.”
Meanwhile, at the one place he hoped to find solace, Harris knelt in front of his wife's gravestone. “This can't be it!” He pounded his fist on the granite. “I won't let it!” From behind, Harris' assistant approached the director to deliver an urgent message..
“Sir, the president would like to see you now.”
“I bet he does,” said Harris.
Moments later, Ted Harris sauntered into the president's office, working to cover his tracks. “Mr. President, I am happy to report we have arrested the man responsible for falsifying safety reports leading up to this great national tragedy,” he announced.
Without responding, the president leaned down and spoke into the office intercom. “Send him in.”
At once, Dr. Gabani, the scientist Harris had arrested for refusing to carry out the genetically modified program, entered the office. Harris stood stock-still, and for the first time, had nothing to say.
“Mr. Harris, game’s up,” said the president. Police cinched on cuffs and led Harris from the room.
“Thank you for your bravery,” said the president as he shook the doctor’s hand. “You’ve done a great service for your country.”
On Sunday, there was much to celebrate at New Hope Church. The reverend greeted members of the congregation arriving for the service. Jack and Maggie Landon, with baby Hope, surprised the minister as they waited in line with the others. A smile flashed across his face upon seeing his “partner in crime.” The minister heartily shook the hand of the congressional representative. “Welcome, brother,” he greeted.
Inside it was a full house, with members and many visitors filling the pews. The Sanders and Clarkson families were among those in the crowd. Even John Clarkson was reunited with his family.
“The good book tells us, ‘We are pressed on every side by troubles…,’ ” said the pastor. “‘We are perplexed, but not driven to despair. We are hunted down, but never abandoned by God.’ ”
In the aftermath, the president set to deliver his state of the nation address. The national leader sat behind his desk in the oval office as people throughout the country gathered to hear his message.
“Let this be a lesson. Never again should we try to make for ourselves a perfect world by destroying the creation that was given to us,” he said. “We should guard against greed and work for more self-sacrifice. As a great president long before me once said — and I paraphrase, don't ask what your country can do for you, but what can you do for those around you. What can you give? Let us be the positive change the world needs.”
Chapter 33
A New Beginning
At the Sanders’ farm, the family worked to settle back into a routine, not sure where the days would take them. A dust cloud rose from the road as a large semi approached the home. The driver parked in front of the house, jumped down from the large cab, walked to the front door, and gave it a knock.
“Can I help you?” Kyle greeted from behind the screen door.
“I have a delivery for Kyle Sanders,” said the driver.
“That's me.”
“I guess the stuff in my truck was supposed to be incinerated, but somehow got put in permanent storage,” explained the driver. “Some sort of paperwork mix up or something. Washington — go figure. Anyway, I was told to deliver this to you that you would know what to do with it.”
Curious, Kyle gave Sarah and Chance a look as he followed the man to the back of the truck.
The man unlatched the enormous trailer doors revealing a sea of sacks filled with seeds. Sarah, standing beside her husband, covered her face and gasped with pure amazement. Almost in shock, Kyle grabbed Sarah by the waist and swung her into the air. “Woohoo!” he shouted. Kyle, Sarah, and Chance giggled like a bunch of school kids. They dipped their hands into the cargo. The seeds trickled through their fingers as the family celebrated a renewed hope.
Days later, the Sanders and Clarkson families, along with other farmers and members of the community gathered to sow the seeds. A gentle rain fell as steam rose from the ground. The soft sunlight caught the moisture, creating prisms of tiny rainbows on the hands of the workers as they planted the seeds.
Far away from the celebration, a more sinister scene unfolded. A man in a dark suit approached a security checkpoint, flashing an I.D. badge. “I’m here for the package,” said the man.
A security clerk buzzed the mysterious gentleman inside the secure area. Government agents escorted the man to a hanger where workers removed from a shelf a large metal canister marked, “for storage,” on the side. Because evil knows no holiday, the dark suit man waited.
"I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth."...They will be yours for food." Genesis 1:29
One Biotech c
ompany, along with the US
Department of Agriculture developed and patented "terminator seed technology."
A biotech giant that later purchased the technology has, for now, pledged not to use the sterile seed engineering.
If you would like to learn more about
genetically modified organisms in our world, please check out:
The Institute for Responsible Technology
http://www.responsibletechnology.org/
Also, please visit the
Feingold Association of the United States’
website at
www.Feingold.org
to learn more about the possible effects
of food additives on children’s
learning, behavior, and health.
About the Author
Gayla Prewitt has a background in broadcast journalism and is an award-winning screenwriter. She is married to a retired firefighter and has four beautiful children, a wonderful son-in-law and, soon to be daughter-in-law. A health crisis with her children prompted her to re-examine the world, making her much more diligent in researching the safety of the food and many other things that her family encountered. Some of the information gathered was the catalyst for writing this novel.
Reviews
Must Read for All Americans. R. Michael
This fiction piece hit pretty close to home with the food modification going on here in this country! We're killing ourselves, and this book brings those points out. A must-read - I read it from start to finish in one sitting and couldn't put it down!
Excellent Book! J. Still
I could not put this book down. Gayla Prewitt has done an incredible job of helping us to see where GMO foods could go in the future. All the time I was reading it, I knew it was fiction, but I just kept thinking..." this could be real." Pick it up and read it, you won't want to put it down either. In fact, my mom read it and wanted me to order a dozen for her to give away.
The integrity of our food supply cannot be allowed to be compromised! B Legendre
This is an excellent book based on research and fact. It brings the reader into a world where.."the what ifs" are taking place on a very believable scale. I was raised on a farm, my Dad actually farmed with a team of horses and many times I got to ride in the wagon while he chucked the corn by hand! He saved seeds from year to year, as we did with many of our garden seeds. Since reading Gayla Prewitt's book, 'Seed Police'...I have become consumed with learning more and sharing these facts with others. I have ordered more copies to share ...the importance of keeping our food supply safe cannot be overstated.
A book that draws many of its twists and turns from today's news. R. Lindeboom
Corporations have taken over the very government departments that once protected American families and their health. Corporate interests now directly control departments like the FDA and the EPA, placing corporate interests and profits ahead of the interests of family and environmental health. In "Seed Police," the author, Gayla Prewitt, explores the ideas and issues being ignored by many in this race to control the world's food chain. Some say it is being done to feed the planet, but in this book, the story takes on a more sinister tone and reads like a modern thriller, filled with the kinds of twists and turns that make it a fun read.
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