We make house calls to get paperwork signed. We sit at kitchen tables and share a pot of coffee and tears over the loss of 50 head in a forest fire. We hold the hands of dying old ranchers while they tell us stories followed by how much they appreciate what we do. We drive pick-ups to help feed sheep during a particularly dry winter.
And while I don't like to admit that things change. While I often don't know what to say. The smile spreading across an old ranchers face when we walk into the nursing home tells me I don't have to say anything. Our actions are enough, caring enough to walk through those nursing home doors when I really, really don't want to is enough.
And that is what makes life AND work worth it.