Showing posts with label Nothing could blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nothing could blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant. Show all posts
Thursday, August 13, 2009

I can sleep when the wind blows

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Years ago, a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on ...