Potato Farm



This is an old story, forwarded to me recently by my friend Fiona. It is one of my all time favorite so I would like to share it once again.

An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son & mentioned his situation:

“My Dear Son,

I am felling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren’t in prison.

Love, Dad.”

Shortly the old man received this telegram:


“For heaven’s sake, Dad, don’t dig up the garden!! That’s where I buried the GUNS!!”

At 4 a.m. the next morning, dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns. Confused the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next. His son’s reply was:

“Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad… It’s the best I could do for you from here.”

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“NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS NOT WHERE YOU ARE.”

KEEP SMILING.

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