Until his luck ran out and all that awaited was Intensive Care.With a shiver down my spine, I wondered if that was what awaited Jill and me. If whethe... with Malcolm, or the next Malcolm or the one after that we’d meet our Michael Schumacher moment when our luck ran out and Jill and Dave paid the price.That shiver brought me up short and strengthened my resolve to call Jill after the last of my morning calls and tell her I’d made my call and we’d be spending the evening at home, curled up. Stay right there and I'll go get you some sunscreen".I started to say he didn't need to do that, but he'd already gone. He came back out shortly carrying a bottle of lotion that he handed to me. I said thanks, and started putting it on my shoulders and arms while we chatted about how my training was going."Here," he said holding out his hand for the bottle," why don't you let me get your back for you?" I was kind of embarrassed, but he told me to lie down on the sun lounger on my stomach, so I. That night with a full belly, I laid in bed and dreamed of the poor hapless college kid that would someday be coming to work on my farm. That’s why Mr. James said not to thank him! The next two weeks passed much in the same fashion, with the only variation being the work done, the hours stayed the same. I grew stronger, I gained endurance, but most importantly, I learned. After I had been there two weeks John called me up to the main house on a Saturday afternoon, we quit at dinner on the. . and her hand stoping me to do it fast...Her sister looked at me... she wasn't crying... she was laughing... and said: un be lie va ble...I kept retracting my arm... and I saw her laughing, looking into her sister... and saying... I'm sooooo sorry!I finally took my hand out... we really didn't know how to continue from there... I was hard as never before... this woman was making my brain explode... so here my grate phrase: Let's do it together... and I heard... Get out! Seriously...I went.