Her dad, Herman, was another matter. He wasn't ill mannered, rather he had the bearing of someone resigned and defeated by life ... something I'd seen...before in my circle of acquaintances in the farming business. Things changed so rapidly that it was all most farmers could do just to keep up with the technology and economics of the business. Not to mention the political angles and chicanery that followed.I was a farm kid, I grew up as one and that was all I ever wanted to be. Fortunately my dad. But it’s not just the thinking, it’s knowing how to think, and how to apply the knowledge you gain to the situation at hand. Much of it is mental self-discipline.”Michelle looked at me and smiled. “Sort of like the self-discipline you’re trying to teach me?”“Similar in some ways. Yes.”We finished eating and cleared the table. “One of the advantages of doing much of my work at home.” I said, then looked at Michelle’s body. “And some of the disadvantages.”She frowned at me. “How am I a. Both of them and many others sought shelter with us and now they’ve all learned self-control.”“So think and decide for yourself, whether you want temporary pleasures or a lifetime of peace and happiness. That’s all for today my brothers and sisters,” said Baba as he rose to his feet. “People, who need ayurvedic treatment or simple yoga, please go to your right and consult my friend Kishorilal, and those who want to work on spirituality and self-control follow me.”Mrs. Nair immediately followed. We had talked before. Jeff was his name. He was also the lifeguard at the beach down the lake from us. He stepped out and stood there as I walked up. He was about 30 years old and tanned, wearing tight green shorts and white 'lifeguard' tank. We had flirted before but that was it. I walked up and leaned on the jeep side and we talked a little. It was dark and quiet. The only noise was waves lapping, crickets and frogs, and us. I told him we were up for the week and I was hoping I would run into.