Today, I’m going to share some lessons from the farm. I always enjoy bringing you Mornings with Mark and this one has really hit home. Recently, as I was thinking about how I respond in difficult situations, I realized something that I want to share with you.
Growing up as a kid, I worked on the farm. No, that’s not sexy. And no, it’s not brutal. It was ugly. I picked strawberries. I don’t know if you’ve ever picked strawberries, but it’s hard work. The strawberry picking season would start right after school let out in June and through mid July. Every year, the bus came by to pick me up about 5:30AM. Oh, by the way, I was about 12 years of age. It would pick me and a few friends up and take us to a strawberry patch where we joined hundreds of other kids and adults.
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