I was not meant to be a farmer. I suppose I am someone who was once a paramedic and a soldier who now farms. Every morning I wake up and face the reality that I am no longer a medic or a soldier. Because of my injuries from Iraq, that is not an option.

        Five years after I was injured in Iraq and the Army determined me unfit for duty, I went on a quest to become something, anything. My goal was simply to make it to tomorrow, sober, not in a prescription drug fog, and alive. It was then that farming found me.

        Since that day, each day, farming saves my life.