My body can no longer take it, but for me as well, my gift was working with horses. Just always had a feel for 'em (except for a QH mare a friend of mine has, that mare is a fucking CUNT bitch-ass bitch mare, she's the most soured horse I've seen that's not a rental. That horse once bit her squarely in the stomach and pulled, always has her ears laid back, just nasty).
I raised the pigs for 4H, so not many at a time, but they sure were fun. And tasty, too!
When I was a kid I dreamed of living on a farm in the middle of nowhere, with no one around for miles and miles. I no longer dream of having all those animals, I've mucked my share of corrals, thank you very much, but I still want to live in the middle of nowhere. Somewhere tropical would be idea, but mountains work alright, too. As long as I'm not snowed in.
Let your arm heal up and you'll be good to go.
Good thing it's a broken bone and not a torn ligament, torn ligs take forever to heal and hurt like hell. Can you believe I've been kicked square in the thigh standing about 3' back from the horse and my leg
didn't break? I am amazed I've broken nothing at all. Of course, we anesthetized our colts BEFORE we gelded them.