Yes, my parents made my brother and I work. No questions asked. And know what happened? Character. The daunting task of feeding calves EVERY SINGLE night taught me responsibility. The unforgiving smell of manure on my tennis shoes in math class taught me humility. The field full of hay bales that had to be loaded on a trailer then unloaded in a barn taught me work ethic. The stubbornness of cattle not wanting to move pens taught me the value of teamwork. Newborn calves born in the snow who just didnt want to eat taught me gentle patience. Sorting 2,000 pound bulls before I got into kindergarten taught me courage. And, at the end of the day, the sunset beaming streams of warmth down on a green field full of cows taught me happiness. farmgirlsfight.blogspot/2014/07/farms-abuse-of-children.html?m=1
Posted on: Mon, 21 Jul 2014 14:01:53 +0000
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