My father once told me that I should never go backward when I could go forward. That has proven to be very good advice.
The week before I was to be married, I was helping with the wheat harvest. As usual, I jumped off the tractor that was pulling the combine and ran over to get the truck to unload the wheat bin.
On this particular afternoon, I was trying to speed things along because the forecast called for rain.
I ran as fast as I could to get the truck. I jumped in, started it and backed up rapidly. Suddenly, I hit something.
I had backed into another farmer’s truck and had badly damaged the fender. I started to cry, and my dad cried right along with me.
“Never go backwards when you can go forwards,” he told me. I still follow his advice. It has proven to be helpful in all areas of my life, not just in driving a vehicle.
Bella Vista, Ark.
