Sometimes You’re The Windshield

Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug. I think that pretty much sums up the highlite (or maybe I should say low point) of our day.  Jason and I were having a normal day doing normal things around the farm. We had just had a conversation in the front barn, I don’t even remember what we were talking about, and Jason walked away to get in the truck to drive to the back of the barn.  A few seconds later I heard the slam and the crunch. Then I heard Jason screaming at the top of his lungs...

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