Trashed our corn head backshaft bracket yesterday around 4:00. Welded it back together last night, made a six-hour round trip for a new shaft today, and 24 hours later, we’re back at it. Pulling into the driveway last night, I was about at my breaking point. Didn’t know if we’d find parts or if I needed to start shopping for another corn head. But if life has taught me anything, it’s to never, EVER quit. There’s something about farming on a small scale with older equipment that people don’t always understand. Going to the field isn’t necessarily the hard part. It’s the reward. The sigh of relief after the frustration, the uncertainty, the late nights, and figuring out how to make something work with what you’ve got. Sometimes you go to the field tired, not rested. And you’re just thankful to be going.