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The next time I remember being with my dad, my brother and I were walking along a street in our neighborhood with him. I’ll never know where he was taking us, because out of nowhere, a group of guys jumped him. My brother and I stood there, shocked, as they started pummeling Dad. “Go run home,” my dad told us coolly between punches, as if we were leaving him with friends. “I’ll meet you back there. Go ahead! I’ll be all right.” So we went home and sat in the kitchen terrified, hoping he’d come back alive. An hour or so later, he strolled in the door covered in blood and casually asked, “You ...more
I Can't Make This Up: Life Lessons
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