Honest Hands

A Lesson Learned From My Grandfather

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On Friday I disked my garden; it was a dirty but satisfying job, a quarter acre and I was alone. Upon completing this task, I was determined to go hiking in the wetlands to watch the Sandhill Cranes at sunset, a spectacle to be enjoyed at least once in one’s lifetime and not to be missed too often when one lives only 30 minutes away. In order to make this journey on time, it left no time for me to go home and…