But something happened while I was walking around the county fairgrounds immersed in the knowledge of livestock, I realized how hard all of those kids work. They get up early in the morning before school to take care of an animal. They brush, wash and feed. They do it without complaining and without all the fanfare as their fellow peers who play sports. They know there stuff, too. And they can also spot a scared reporter who has no idea there’s different varieties of swine.
I survived that first livestock show and I couldn’t wait to go back to the next one. I’d also made my editor happy. Which is always a good thing. And, I don’t remember her name, but I certainly do appreciate the little girl who helped me spell duroc for the first time. To her, I’m eternally grateful.