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My Father TALES FROM MY FATHER’ S FARM

If you know me, then you know I value a strong work ethic over just about any other quality. So today, in honor of Father’s Day, I’d like to tell you a little bit about the man who first taught me the value of gritting your teeth and getting things done. For as long as I’ve known him, my dad has been a workhorse. You don’t get much choice about how hard you work when you’re a farmer, especially when you raise cattle. In that industry, you either bust your tail to make a living or you go broke. But even amongst his peers, my dad’s a man of extraordinary willpower. Growing up on that farm, I saw my father push himself to the limit, and I never heard one gripe from him. An Army veteran who served in Vietnam, nothing seems to phase my father. Not even the time one of our cows burst into flames. As a kid, I was helping my father and his farmhand brand cattle. It was a two-step process: The burning hot brand was applied to the cow, then they applied some fly ointment to keep insects away from the fresh brand while it healed. The ointment we were using at the time was alcohol-based, and, well … the farmhand applied it to one of the cows without realizing she hadn’t been branded yet. Whoosh! As soon as that burning brand touched fur, the beast lit up. While the farmhand and I were in utter shock, my

dad calmly took a rag and put out the flames himself. Thankfully, the cow was more spooked than hurt; the fire had only burned through the ointment on top of the fur. That’s the way my dad handled business. No matter what obstacles sprang up, he always calmly and efficiently did what needed to be done, even if it meant great personal sacrifice. In another

dad was doing for me. With all the demands of keeping his companies (and farm) afloat, he wasn’t around a whole lot, and there was a time I resented him for that. But as I got a little older and a little wiser, I realized all the blood, sweat, and tears he put into his work were all for his family. Seeing his bleeding hands on the farm was my first realization of just how much he sacrificed for us.

“As an Army veteran who served in Vietnam, nothing seems to faze my father. Not even the time one of our cows burst into flames.”

instance, a cow slipped in the head catch that had been restraining her, putting herself and us at risk. Without missing a beat, my dad released the head catch, causing the animal to lunge forward. He caught the cow in the correct way, giving the startled farmhand a look as if to say, “Well, what are you waiting for? Finish the job.” An hour later, when we were done working the cows, he said, “Okay, time to go to the hospital.” That’s when I first saw his hands; they had deep lacerations from where the animal had hit the catch, pinching his hand and fingers against the pipes. Like I said, nothing phases him.

Dad, I’m not the smartest guy around, but I’ve never been taught to be the smartest; I’ve been taught hard work beats talent every time. The person with talent gets lazy. They know success and take it for granted, while hard workers strive for it every day. I use that mindset every day, and you’re the one who taught it to me.

Thank you for everything you do. Happy Father’s Day,

I’ll admit that when I was younger, I didn’t fully appreciate all that my

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