Quiet Heroes
" My dad chased monsters from the dark, He checked underneath my bed. An' he could lift me with one arm, Way up over top his head. He could loosen rusty bolts With a quick turn of his wrench. He pulled splinters from his hand, And never even flinched." 34 years ago today, our family farm burned to the ground. It was a scorching hot July afternoon, and my dad had just began the afternoon milking when the fire broke out. We lost baby calves, equipment, and a barn that had stood tall for decades. I can't help but think of a previous blog post of mine about Good Bad Things... you can read it here if you want ... but this is just one of those Good Bad Things I suppose. Ironically, earlier that very day in 1991, my mom and dad had talked about how the old barn probably needed rewiring soon. Life has a cruel way of showing how quickly everything can change. "I've learned to never underestimate the impossible... " The fire didn’t...