They can conquer who believe they can.
It has been a very busy week around here.
My heart started racing. The tractor engine roared. My Hero sat in his tractor on the road and watched.
I had been there before. There are not too many jobs, on the farm, that I do not do. Or, at least give it my best try. There is one job that can still break me out into a cold sweat and have me doubt my abilities.
We have been hauling hay home from the fields. The round bales that look so pretty and sit in the fields needed to be moved, so that we can get a second crop. This year we have a great quality and quantity of hay as compared to last year’s dismal low-quality hay. Too much rain had fallen during the prime harvest, last year. This year that does not seem to be the problem. It is dry, dry. We will need rain for that second crop.
Our cows should be very happy with this year’s winter offerings.
About my heart racing and that cold sweat thing. It started about twenty or more years ago. We were hauling hay down an old unused back road. It was rough and very hilly. Not very familiar with the tractor that I was driving, that had a huge round bale wagon and a very full load behind me, I took my time. I was nervous. This was my first time on this job.
The first hill and to head down was scary. I could feel the wagon load behind me pushing. I geared down. When you push in the clutch you have to switch quickly or you will lose control for a bit. Thoughts of hurling out of control and being pushed into the ditch had run through my head. I made it and was so proud of myself.
Then, there was the hill that I needed to climb. From the bottom of that hill, it looked to me like Mount Everest. It happened to be the steepest hill on the road. Suddenly, my wheels started spinning and I guess I panicked. I pushed in the clutch which if you drive a stick car you would do. The brake does not work on its own. The tractor started to slide backwards. Just as I prepared to be thrown from a seat-beltless, cab-less tractor, the tractor jerked ahead. I had done nothing.
I continued to drive up the hill seemingly effortless. I chalked it up to divine intervention. No matter, I had made it.
Back at the house, My Hero who had been travelling behind me told me that he had pushed me up the hill with the loader on his tractor. He had seen that I was struggling.
This time he sat on the road and watched me conquer my fears and haul that huge load of hay up the hill. I made it. It just took confidence in myself and the fact that someone believed that I could conquer it on my own.