It's raining--again. It makes me want to crawl in bed and curl up with a novel. It makes me want to drive home so my mom can make me steaming hot chocolate and beef stew. It makes me want to skip class, watch a sappy movie, and cry my eyes out.
Maybe I'm feeling a bit nostalgic, but I'm really missing home--my family and my cattle. Because I'm in this mood and because of a special request, I'm reposting a favorite... It's a story about a memory, about a girl, and about a passion for agriculture. From my heart to yours, enjoy.
The little girl pulled at the tall grass with all her might, falling back on her bottom with only a few blades in her grubby, little hands. The small girl, pigtails bouncing, stood up and brushed off her wrangler jeans and white shoes. She shyly walked up to the fence and extended her hand, offering the grass to the beast. Meagerly, a mighty bull made his way to the fence. He reached his neck out and sniffed at the girl’s hand, caressing her fingers with his cold, wet nose. In turn, she crinkled her own nose and boldly took another step towards the curious bull. Finally, their eyes connected—girl and beast. They seemed to understand each other. The bull nodded his lumbering head and licked up the few bits of grass remaining in the little girl’s hands. In delight, she ran back to fetch more blades of grass for the burly bull. Together the duo became friends, and it was in that one bull that the tiny child understood the true meaning of agriculture.
Her love of agriculture began at the age of five. As the college sophomore sits in her desk chair in her compact dormitory, she thinks back to the days on the farm where she found her passion in life. She smiles, remembering her reasoning for pursuing a career in agriculture. The young woman returns back from her daydream, and continues her homework, knowing it will one day lead her back to the farm she loves.
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