My wife, Ruth, was at a church dinner out west and was seated across from a farmer. His hands and windblown look showed how he had toiled. She asked, “How are the crops this year?” “Ma’am,” he replied, “we had a long drought, then came the grasshoppers. I lost ninety percent of my crop. But my brother lost all of his." Appalled, Ruth asked, “But what did your brother do?" Quietly, he answered, “We just aimed to forget it.” Next year offers a new beginning.
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