Growing up broke gave me an appreciation for the things I have now.
I remember going to town with Mom to pick up government cheese and peanut butter. I remember wondering why I got marked down on a different list when we were in line for lunch at school. I remember seeing other farmers’ newer green tractors and wondering what it would be like to have a cab over my head.
When I got married, my Mom and Dad were starting to finally make ends meet and start buying better equipment for the farm and picking up an extra piece of land here and there. But my wife and I were back at square one. Broke. And I’m so glad we were broke together. We learned lessons together. We fought out of the “paycheck to paycheck” phase after about 5 years. That’s a nice feeling.
I feel that in order…
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