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Well, maybe some have, but a few of us still know.
You've got to be willing to put in the time it make the sacrifices and the hard choices.
The job's got its perks, don't get me wrong. The sweet smell of the morning dew, the way the warm sun and the cool breeze can dance across your skin. But don't think it's a game.
Farm's got a way of sorting the wheat from the chaff.
Just remember to keep your wits about you. You fall, you get back up again. Because this is more than just a job. It's a calling. Who else would choose to wake up early in the morning, tear up their hands working in the fields all day, and then spend the evening planning how they're going to do it all over again?
Plant today, harvest tomorrow.