Straightening Nails

I grew up on a small family farm in central Alberta. My parents were married during the Great Depression and lived with rationing during WWII, they learned the hard way about how to be thrifty and were early recyclers and re-users. I was an "only" child; my only sibling was 10 years older and when she reached teenage years I was "the kid". I spent hours in my dad's shop, he was Mr. Fix-it and one item always on his workbench was an old coffee can full of used nails. It was my job to straighten those nails, no incentives or rewards were offered, just the expectation that my task was a very important part of making the wheels turn forward. I am thankful for that task, I learned early about commitment and the importance of being an essential part of a team. Funny how the little tasks when well done make a huge positive difference in our lives.