SLEEP WHEN THE WIND BLOWS
Years ago, a Cornish farmer owned a farm along the Atlantic seaboard. He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the inclement weather. Storms would rage across the Atlantic, reaping havoc upon the buildings and crops. As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received a steady stream of refusals. Finally, a small- statured man approached the farmer. He appeared to be well past middle age, nearly on his last legs. The farmer asked him, “Are you a good farm hand?” In his Cornish accent, the little man quipped, “I can sleep when the wind blows.” The farmer had no idea what the fellow meant. But, desperate for help, the farmer hired the little man. The man seemed to work well around the farm. He was busy from dawn to dusk. The farmer was satisfied with the man’s work. Then one night, the farmer heard the wind…
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