At 7 months, I sat in my car seat in the walk of our family farm watching Dad milk his Registered Holstein herd. At 7 years, I followed my Dad from chore to chore and began to scrape the walk. At 17, I had most farm chores and tasks under my belt but…
It all started with a man who wasn’t afraid to dream. It continued and thrived with men who kept dreaming. And the dream will live forever. It may have been the ending of an era and the turning of a page. But that doesn’t mean the dream and the life that we know is over….
The morning of January 22, 2013 started as an ordinary day. I woke up, washed my face, ate my oatmeal and headed to class. After Sociology 219, I noticed I had missed a call from my Mom. When I called her back, it turned out to be one of those phone calls that I’ve become…
