This is my dad standing in front of his house, not quite through with its construction. Though he has both a bachelors and a masters degree, he is a man used to living by the sweat of his brow. You can take the farmer off the farm but not the farm out of the farmer, so to speak.
Here's my brother going over blueprints to my parent's house. They built the house my parents live in with their own two hands. They're makers. That's something I could never do and I admire them greatly for it. Can you imagine then the cruel irony when my dad tells me through choked sobs, "I can't even make my own blood anymore."