Part 1: Good things do happen

This is the true story of some events that happened when I was very young. I grew up on my father’s dairy farm that was exactly one mile from the country school. My mother decided one mile was the perfect distance for me to walk to school, even though I was not yet old enough to be in first grade. She decided as well that one mile would use up a lot of my energy, which would be helpful for teachers and other children. I guess she meant they wouldn’t get too tired if I moved slower. My sister, several years older than I, had to walk part of the way as my guide on that first day.

The first busin...