Jef Player

Sadly, I don't recall his name. He was a farmer with a hay field. He hired me to help him bale hay. The days were long, hot, dirty and hard. At the end of the day he was as fresh as when we started at dawn. I was dragging so bad the enamel on my teeth hurt. He taught me anyone can work hard and get things done but a wise man works smart and enjoys life. I remember struggling to lift a wagon to hitch it up to a tractor. After nearly internally busting something important to me I watched the farmer stroll to the other end of the wagon and gently pressed down on and effortly lifted the hitch to the tractor. From that I never forgot that if something was tasking me, tackle it from a different angle or pespective....