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My parents were folks that came from the Great Depression,
and by all accounts, took their meager beginnings and did
the very best they could with them. My father, a New York
City street urchin born of destitute immigrants and
suffering under unmentionable physical, psychological, and
sexual abuse, found against all odds a way to escape,
fostering and supporting a modest middle class American
family. He had a natural ability to see the real truth in how
we should be treating each other and could utter words of
deep wisdom at any moment. Love, hard work and
dedication to the family was never questioned.

My mother had the incredible gift of an evolved soul. She
had the strength, fundamental wisdom, and pureness of
spirit to bring us up as loving, caring people, always
encouraging our individually and willingness to learn and
evolve. My parents will always be remembered by me as
people who consciously made the very important decision
to have and raise children, and then did everything they
could to do the job to the best of their ability. Everything I
do, think, or say has their indelible imprint. I cannot thank
them enough for their love and tireless, unselfish efforts.
Thanks, Mom and Dad.

My wife, Debbie, who possesses one of the most free and
pure souls I have ever encountered, is sitting quietly sewing
masks for our friends and acquaintances during the
COVID-19 pandemic, which we are in the middle of as I
write this. Her loving spirit and support is in every word I
write.

When I was in my early 20s I had a good friend who was
quite politically and ideologically opinionated. He, in his
youth, was already possessed of all kinds of life convictions,
was very sure of himself, and his convictions seemed to
mirror his family views. He was also a very nice, loving

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