I want to welcome you to the farm, although this isn’t really a farm and I’m not really a farmer. I mean, I am in name only, but not in occupation. If I embrace that I am the butt of certain name jokes, “hey you’re a Farmer, where’s your farm?”…I cease to be the butt…hopefully.
I’m a son, an uncle, a nephew, a brother, a grandson, a former pastor and a former mayor. Now, I’m cultivating relationships with people like you who care about leadership, bettering yourself and a whole host of other topics.
So, step onto the front porch. Make yourself at home. And enjoy some fresh food for thought while you’re here from my farm to your table.
This farm is not perfect. There’s a lot of chipped paint around this old house. Nobody’s perfect and you can be yourself here. Just remember, you’re not alone, and we’re all in this together.