In the summer of 1998, my mother and a friend suggested that I move to a “helping” farm in Massachusetts. The friend was also a “guest” as farm residents are called.
Gould Farm was my first experience with farm animals, and I think it brought me much closer to nature. My main job was collecting eggs from the chicken coop. I also cleaned cattle stalls.
In addition, I worked with pigs, sheep, chickens, llamas, and was very busy baling and stacking hay. Throwing around those heavy bales kept me in good shape.
I would visit the doctor every two weeks, and there was a lot of time for friendship and some very good meals.
This was a wonderful life changing experience allowing me to learn to accept and live with my illness and move forward into an independent life.
by Walter Wallace