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  • This is Martin Hager, who died 15 years before I was born, but who also raised my father (his grandson) for 20 years, spent 3 years in the Union army during the Civil War, from ages 13-17, started and ran his own company for 60+ years, told my father that he was once rich but just lived too long, once walked across the entire state of Pennsylvania, Pittsburgh to Philadelphia, and back, to collect a $20 debt owed him, and who taught me, through my Dad, that there is a code to living, a code to follow and to live by, unwritten, unspoken, but unmistakable, and for this, I owe him a hell of a lot more than $20, and I can only imagine that when I pass over from this life to whatever's next, he'll be there to collect, with a big smile, a warm hug, and a "well done, lad."
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