My Monday is measured by weights and heights of our harvest; 350 lbs of apples, 15 ft off the ground. My measure of courage was much greater from 0 ft off the ground. Once I was up in the bucket, my fingers anxiously gripping the sides, heart racing, then I remembered…the fear, not so much of heights, but of falling. My blundering body, clumsy climbing skills, and shaking legs can’t be trusted at this height, and I have to get down. Rufus (after taking a video of me freaking out) very kindly talked me down, step by step, guiding my footholds, instructing me where to hold on, and making me feel borderline secure, and I can’t tell you how thankful I was for those few sentences.