I often have the passing thought “What if God had made me a person born in the slums of Dehli India”. I have been to Dehli. It is different than any place I have been. Abject poverty….makes Mexico City look very prosperous. It should get you attention. But by God’s grace, I would be there, not on this marvelous ranch, living a life that is fairy tale. Sure, I work hard, my hands are scarred, and I go to be exhausted….but, this life is an honor to live. Being a cow/calf operator is a perilous business. Financially on the edge most of the time, any extra money goes into the operation to better it. Long hours, often times when I am ready to quit. Calving at 4 am in a blinding snowstorm. But in the end, I would not trade it for anything. I love living in this rural place. I love caring for the cattle, I LOVE being a part of life and death actions/decisions! “City” folk don’t get it….I can’t expect them to. But if you have ever seen two young calves butting heads, while your herd grazes in a field of lush wheat, with a burning orange sunset in the background, you will get it….and you will think “this must be how peaceful heaven is”!
