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🗓️ 27 February 2018
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Big John knew a simple but powerful equation when he saw one.
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0:00.0 | This is the way I heard it. |
0:08.0 | Little John held up his little hands and smiled. His mother saw the blood and smiled back. |
0:13.8 | Won't be long before those hands or tough as leather she left. Little John grinned and went |
0:19.1 | right back to work, polishing his father's tools, pulling each one through the mix of sand and |
0:25.6 | emery powder again and again until it was just right. He wasn't satisfied until he could see his |
0:31.6 | reflection in the steel and the tips glinted with a razor's edge. These tools were all he had left |
0:39.0 | of his father. Little John's father was a tailor who died at sea, on his way to England to secure |
0:45.5 | funding for his struggling shop. He left behind a young wife and three hungry kids. Little John's |
0:51.6 | mother had taken over the business and Little John had taken on the job of keeping his father's |
0:57.2 | needles polished and sharp. Early on, Little John understood the math, the sharper the needle, |
1:04.4 | the faster you work, the faster you work, the more you make, the more you make, the more you eat. |
1:11.1 | It was a simple but powerful equation. Little John watched his mother's hands fly, |
1:16.7 | his razor sharp needles slicing through the rough cloth like a hot knife through butter. |
1:23.6 | Years later, Big John held up his big hands and smiled. These were a blacksmith's hands, |
1:30.1 | thick and dirty, just like his mother had promised tough as leather. Big John's tools were bigger |
1:36.8 | and heavier than his father's tools but he still kept them razor sharp and polished until he |
1:42.8 | could see his reflection. As Big John packed his tools for the long trip, he thought of his father |
1:48.9 | and that fateful journey east on the high seas. Big John was heading west, though, hopefully with |
1:55.2 | better results. First by canal to Chicago, then stagecoach to the edge of the Illinois frontier. |
2:03.0 | Out west, blacksmiths were in high demand and Big John quickly became known for his meticulously |
2:09.2 | polished spades that glided through the thick Illinois clay. And farmers loved his pitchforks |
2:16.0 | with their tines sharpened to a razor's edge. They pierced the wet hay like a hot knife through butter. |
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