He couldn’t believe his eyes. There were over one hundred emails in his inbox. Jake poured over each email. Most were interest in his ranch and the program. Some were newspapers and other magazines who’d heard about it. Others were parents emailing about their children. Each of those emails he starred to contact later for a tour of the facilities. One email caught his attention. As he read it, a pang of sorrow settled in his chest—unimaginable terror. I wish I knew how to help every one of these children. He typed one return email to the woman whose pain called to him before heading out to the barn and starting his day.
The warmth of the early morning sunshine began burning the dew from the grass. Perfect morning for working. After bringing down three more bales of hay and feeding all the animals, he was looking forward to a cup of coffee. Too bad he had none in the house. Maybe a trip into town is in order. The sound of a pick-up truck rumbled up his drive. Wiping the sweat and dirt from his forehead, Jake could make out the face of his best friend and foreman, Johnson O’Neill arriving. A smile crossed his features as he walked over to the man climbing down from the truck.
“Morning Johnson. Looks like a light day today. We have the Simon’s family coming out today for their monthly visit.”
“Hey Jake. I love Keith. He’s got spunk. That youngest Simon has been through the wringer with the teasing at school over his autism symptoms. I can’t believe that kids would flap their hands behind his back and laugh at him.”
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