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November 27, 2014

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Sally Hanson

I think these experiences of hardship can really put things into perspective and make us feel alive.

Brent Zeinert

Great story. My favorite line, "At the cabin, the chairs I left on the deck last time, in some silly expectation that the warm weather would continue forever, sat forlornly in the snow." My Dad still wakes up in the middle of the night to stoke his furnace fire. In my younger years, the farm house I grew up in had the original furnace in it (which we continued to use for quite some time). My Dad had us boys cutting wood everyone Saturday morning and afternoon (or fixing fences). We would watch Looney Tunes cartoons on TV and eat a ton of pancakes with maple syrup before heading out to the woods.

Kathy Kaiser

Brent, I would say that your childhood (and your Dad's life) of working hard has given you that same edge I feel at the cabin:some hardships that make life more meaningful.

And Sally, I agree that they put our lives into a good perspective.

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