One summer,I remember,a drought hit Ontario,turning it into a burning desert.On one of those hot mornings I was picking sweet corn with my dad to fill the last order from the grocery store.Fifty dozen was all we needed,which normally took twenty minutes.That morning,however,the process didn’t go quickly.After forty minutes of aimlessly walking in the field,we still needed twenty dozen.I was completely frustrated and angry.Dropping the basket heavily,I declared, “If the store wants its last twenty dozen,they can pick it themselves!”Dad layghed,“Just think,my little girl,only ten dozen left for each of us and then we’re done.” Such is Dad-whatever problem he meets with,he never gives up.