"A different perspective of the world"
Living in a desperate time, among a desperate people, among wars, among famine, among epidemics, he found that he often held the keys to life.
He would travel any distance.
This is a country where you can just be one penny short at the grocery store and they still won't forgive you.
If you don't have money, they won't give you the real treatment.
You see how this treacherous world works?
I saw that most people used a different calculator. Beauty was external, money mattered, and so did skin color.
It didn't matter who the person was or how much they had. The poorest, most recently arrived refugee received the same welcome as the richest American.
No matter how much the strangers resembled beetles, my father always maintained that they can be angels.
His generosity knew no bounds...
Or that he might still be a hero, tragic and flawed though he might be.
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