Back when I was on the farm, grain bins weren’t the round metal ones of today – they were made of wood and almost looked like little houses and sometimes the wooden bins needed to be moved. One time when I was about ten, I watched as Dad was moving a bin. To move those bins you had to put skids underneath. To do that the bin was jacked up and the skids moved under and then the bin was lowered onto the skids. Dad was moving the skids into position with the John Deere tractor which in those days came with a hand clutch. Getting the skids ready to go under the bin, he got down from the tractor to check the skid’s position, but it wasn’t quit in the right place. Instead of getting back onto the tractor he just reached up from where he was standing between the skid and the tractor and pulled the lever for the hand clutch. It grabbed unexpectedly, everything moved and he fell. He ended up rolling over and over like a log as the skid passed over him. I thought for sure he was going to be killed but when he came out the back of the skid he jumped up, ran, caught the tractor, and took it out of gear. He was bruised some, but it didn’t stop him getting what needed to be done. That tractor had to be stopped.  A body needed to be pretty tough to be a farmer in those days. I guess these days too.