Friday, June 4, 2010

Family Farm Friday #19: How Rich We Are

"I forgot how much I love that smell of the dirt fresh off the plow, that tailgate rattle, tires on gravel, I sure do love that sound...." ~Mark Wills, Things We Forget

Last week my dad forwarded me this email. Those of you who know my dad understand why I still get a kick out of the face that he actually learned to send emails. Some things never cease to amaze.

Anyway, it was a great email that is perfect for Family Farm Friday. Here goes:

One day , the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.

On their return from their trip , the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"

"It was great , Dad."
"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.
"Oh yeah , " said the son.
"So , tell me , what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.


The son answered:

"I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.
We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.
Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
We have servants who serve us , but they serve others.
We buy our food , but they grow theirs.
We have walls around our property to protect us , they have friends to protect them."
The boy's father was speechless.
Then his son added , "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."
I think most of us who grew up on a family farm or ranch understand this story completely. We are blessed with opportunities, friends, families, and a way of life that so many others miss out on.

The rich boy from the city was grateful to his dad for showing him how rich the farm family was. I'm thankful to mine for giving me the oppotunity to have grown up that way.

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