Robert said, in part, "Frank your right I have had a whole life of doing what I gotta do to get by."
We all may be digressing a bit here but the words are appropriate and follow the thread you started. On farms, maybe moreso than other occupations, one must do what must be done.
As most of you know, I'm originally a city boy who transplanted himself and family (deliberately) many years ago.
When we first moved to Arkansas, I decided I wanted to raise animals. But, knowing absolutely nothing about livestock or farming, I/we decided to start slow, small and learn from scratch. And, I do mean scratch. I didn't know the difference between hay and straw. I thought poled Herefords were raised in pole barns. Really. It was that bad.
We started with rabbits and studied literature from the extension office and visited other rabbit breeders. We were successful and even made a few dollars.
But, most importantly, our very young sons learned that the animals had to be taken care of, even under the most inconvenient circumstances. They would go out in rain and cold weather to check the animals and make sure they had feed and water. Later we translated this discipline into raising hogs and cattle. They learned to break calves for showing at fair, how to groom, feed and etc. Again, all this was done regardless of conditions or other 'wants' of the moment.
Both turned out to be well rounded, focused and self-disciplined individuals who were/are highly successful in life.
I believe that no where else but in rural America (no slight intended for our foreign friends) can such an experience be gained that prepares for life and careers.
I know it's Sunday, but I'll stop the sermon here. Could talk for length on this subject.
BTW, when we started, I didn't even have a truck. We hauled hogs home from the sale barn in the back of our car. Later, when we got a new(er) car, my youngest son, Brent, said, "Daddy, please don't put pigs in this one."