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He grew up on a dairy. His father was a drunk, gambling womanizer who lost all three of his dairies to his gambling debts. My father supported his mother and siblings until she got remarried. Then he worked seven days a week for very many years to support his wife and daughters.
He was so quiet about it. Never boasted about it. Never used it to throw his weight around. He just did the most wonderful job of taking care of his own for his whole life. His goal was to retire to a chunk of property where he could do this, be back with his beloved cows. Thing is, some people are not grateful for men like my father.
I'm not one of them.
pipe up any time....
