Fighting for Your Life!
I am 44 years old. I am looking back on my life thus far and I have to tell you...it's pretty amazing. I am amazed that I survived being the youngest in a family of 8. There were so many kids in such a little house, not to mention the lack of food, clothing, and punishments we had to endure, oh my God. All of us children not only survived, we all became productive citizens and descent people. And the homework that had to be done, my mother only had a 6th grade education, my father went a little bit further but then he joined the Army, got his apprentice degree, and even a real estate license. My dad worked for 40 years in a sweat shop only to have his pension stolen just a few years before his retirement. My mom worked cutting hair in our basement and later worked in the cafeteria at the public high school we attended so that she and my dad could have health benefits when they retired. It was an incredible work ethic to behold. I had a...