Growing up on a farm in this modern day was the best thing that ever happened to me. My family was never rich, they were tenant farmers, but they persevered. They stayed on the farm, no matter the cost.
I couldn't figure out a way to make a living on the farm so I did the next best thing for me, I lived on a "farmette", living like a farmer but working off the farm. I managed the school's farm for 16 years and rented ground wherever I could find it. The last ten years I have actually had the chance to live on a farm and live like my neighboring farmers do. I give thanks for that today.
I think growing up on a farm you learn to love it or hate it and make your decision thereafter as to what to do with your life. Deciding to farm or live on a farm takes a lot of sacrifice. You really had to have joy to go out and pick corn on Thanksgiving day because it was a good day to do it. We took most days like that off and planned our schedule around Sundays and holidays but we had to work. Our whole existence depended on it and our work was our passion.
Don't get me wrong, we did give thanks daily and regularly but our work was our passion. I just loved farming from the get go and that's all I wanted to do but I was raised that I should "make something better of myself." I was blessed with the ability to learn and learn quickly and I learned how to teach that to others so that was my career, teaching; but I always wanted to farm.
I farmed in my brain all my life and knew farming inside out, but there is nothing like doing it for a living if you really want to. My wise words to you today is if you have that passion, find a way to do it. There is always opportunity if you are willing to learn enough to accept that risk. For every success story in farming, I bet there are at least 100 failures. It's a hard, hard business.
Happy thanksgiving to all my readers and may God Bless the farmers.