When I was about 11, my Dad and I were laying-out sticks in the field for the forthcoming tobacco harvest. I looked at the whole task, the number of rows, and the number of sticks. I told Dad, "We'll never get this done!"

"Don't look at the rows ahead, just the row you're on, son. We'll get done."

And we did.

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When I'm having days like today, it feels good to remember that.

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