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Kansas City, Missouri | Got this idea from those reddit posts about "what was a time____" "or when did you realize____" So, what was the time that made you remember why you love farming?
After winning that second Super Bowl, everything was a blur, parades, interviews, celebrations. It was nonstop noise, cameras in my face, people pulling me in every direction. But when it all settled down, I came back home to the farm, where things hadn’t changed a bit.
One morning, I was out early feeding the cows. The sky was just starting to turn orange and pink, and there was this perfect, crisp stillness in the air. As I poured out the feed, the cows came walking up, calm and steady, their breath fogging up in the cold morning air. No noise, no pressure, just me, the cattle, and the sunrise stretching over the pastures.
In that moment, everything just slowed down. No play clock, no reporters, no expectations, just the simple, steady rhythm of farm life. That’s when it hit me. Football is incredible, but this? This is home.
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What was a time that made you remember why you love farming?
