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  • This is my grandfather and my grandmother. Two of the most beautiful people I know, that have helped raise me to become the person I am today. I don't know much about their early lives, how they met, when they got married or how they managed to bring over all 8 of their kids and their kids kids to North America in one swoop. My dad once told me this story about when he got in trouble as a little boy for skipping out on duties on the rice fields. My grandfather told him to hold a pile of bricks and kneel on the ground. And told him to walk over to his grandfather on his knees. His knees were scraped by the gravel path. My grandfather then told him to kneel again, on a bed of salt... After, my grandmother took my father to the bedroom, cleaned his wounds, wiped his tears and sang him to sleep. My grandfather, former Air Force Lieutenant General, always reminding us that hard work always pays off. My grandmother, the seamstress, always reminding us that love, is what inspires hard work. They were our foundation and discipline. The Rock and the Hard Place. - God is Love
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