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During the week, Harry was a lawyer, and he would advise his clients on how best to take care of their families. He was well respected as a lawyer because he cared deeply about his clients. His father and his grandfather had done the same work, and he was a member of the same law firm: Lord, Day & Lord. I remember his working nights in our living room, with a yellow legal pad of paper and plent... MORE
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HARD WORK
For many years, my life revolved around horses. They were my hobby as much as my way of paying the bills. Living in the city, I didn't get to live on a horse farm. My parents didn't have a lot of money. When I turned 9 years old my father surprised me with a mixed breed cattle horse. I made a promise to my little horse as a little girl that I would have a place for him someday where he c... MORE
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It started in 8th grade, I used to be the epitome of what people think of when they imagine the stereotypical teenager- bratty, selfish, 'want want want,' 'me me me,' 'whine whine whine'- that was me. I was concerned for me and me only. I was just weeks away from spring break when my mom signed me up for a trip, a six day trip that would take up my entire spring break. I was not a happy camper... MORE
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When I was 30, my mother died. I had a boyfriend who was not interested in marrying me. I found myself pregnant and alone at 31. My father was horrible, he and my baby's father called me constantly to urge me to give my child up for adoption. All I wanted was to be a mother. The only one who took me in and assisted me was my sister, a recovering heroin addict. I chose to live in poverty i... MORE
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My story is a simple one. First of all, I'm the youngest of six children and I don’t live in the best part of town. I started out at a school where 93 percent of the student population lived in poverty and a report card was simply a bunch of letters to most kids. This school was known for its bad test scores in both reading and in math. For several years while I attended school there ... MORE
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I remember that hot summer afternoon when I was finally taken to the hospital to get a glimpse of my much-awaited sibling. I had a baby sister and in my five-year-old mind what was of utmost importance was that now I had my very own playmate at home. My father and I waited outside the hospital room for a few minutes before we were ushered inside. I walked in and ran to my mother happily; even t... MORE
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My mother's father (not "Grandpa," but "Boppa")is turning 81 in a month. He's been a farmer his entire life, and thinks nothing of lifting bales, laying irrigation pipe, or rolling under a machine to fix it. Rain or shine, he gets up early, has breakfast, and goes out to do the day's work. He's never thought of slowing down: Five years ago he bought a fancy new pickup for hi... MORE
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HARD WORK