Born in 1933, raised on a small farm in the Ozark hills near
Branson, Missouri, I experienced the Great Depression to its
fullest. I never forgot the importance of assisting those under
stress; people I was capable of helping during their time of need.
Walking barefoot as a young lad, my feet enjoyed the soft soil,
green grass and tree leaves as well as endured hazards of briars,
sharp rocks, snakes and poison ivy. These early barefoot
experiences trained me to distinguish between good and bad. They
also gave me endurance. Without realizing it, I was training for
life's challenges. My parents taught an early work ethic. At 15, I
purchased a small herd of cattle, planning to become a farmer.
Shortly after my 16th birthday, a serious farm accident changed
everything Instead of farming, I focused on veterinary medicine. I
left home on my 17th birthday for college. My high school
sweetheart followed a year later. Married early, we started our
family during our college years. Being a barefoot professor
describes a frame of mind. My professional activities left
footprints at Iowa State University and the University of Illinois.
Of course, as time passes, these footprints will fade, but, for at
least a moment, I left some footprints... I was present for many
vacations, holidays and birthday celebrations with my family;
however, I also missed some of them. All the same, I believe I left
positive footprints through six children, 15 grandchildren, six
great grandkids and counting Nothing like being barefooted
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