Sometime a while back a man told me a story about a part of his life. It was after my grandfather had past which is probably what brought about the conversation. It occurred when I dropped off a set of blades to be sharpened for the bush hog and I had never understood why we took them to him to do when we could do them ourselves.
He said that when he was young (pre teen) and his dad had left that they could have never made it with out the milk cow granddad gave them. He went on to say he took it to a pasture of ours every morning after milking and would go fetch her at night.
He still does a good job on the blades and never accepts money for his efforts.
His story made me feel proud. I hope through my actions in life I may return the same feeling to my kids or grandkids.
He said that when he was young (pre teen) and his dad had left that they could have never made it with out the milk cow granddad gave them. He went on to say he took it to a pasture of ours every morning after milking and would go fetch her at night.
He still does a good job on the blades and never accepts money for his efforts.
His story made me feel proud. I hope through my actions in life I may return the same feeling to my kids or grandkids.