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Listen to LIttle Worlds

 
May 7, 2017

Grace under Hay?

I wanted to earn some big bucks , the farmer was paying five cents a bale for as much hay as we could bring in.

So at sunrise we took the tractor to the field and ran around collecting hay.

At the end of the day, we had a trailer full of hay higher than I had ever seen. We were all exhausted. As we gathered together watching the sun go down I said, “you know, I think we could still fit a few more bales on right here, there and there.”

With our second wind we stuffed the trailer, and when we were done I was finally awarded the “best” job of driving the tractor. They show me how to put it in gear and where the brake is, and as I drive that tractor towards the farm with the fullest load of hay any city kid had ever seen I feel like the king of the world, humbled at the honor, and elated at the accomplishment.

Then I turned left to get on the highway and everything turned into slow motion. The hay fell off.

Depending on where you are from you might expect to be yelled at, cursed at, or heard a “hey its ok, its not your fault.” But this was some farm boys from North Dakota, so all I heard was, “well, let’s load it up again.” We did, i felt less bad soon. Was that Grace?

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