I still think about an old timer I met at a clinic in Kentucky
It was maybe eight years ago at a clinic near Lexington, and I was struggling to get a good fit on a wide, flat foot. This guy, must have been in his seventies, just watched me for a minute from his truck. He finally walked over, didn't say a word, just picked up my rasp and a shoe I'd tossed aside. He held them up together and said, 'Kid, you're fighting the steel. Let the steel tell you where it wants to go.' He showed me how to read the wear pattern on my old rasp to see where I was pushing too hard. It wasn't about more force, it was about listening to the tools. I still hear that in my head on tough feet. Anyone else have a simple piece of advice that just clicked like that?