As a young boy in Cleveland I spent many Saturdays watching wrestling on TV. Bobo Brazil with his thundering drop kicks was my favorite character and you bet I believed everything I watched was real!
Commercials in between rounds often highlighted used cars for $300 and since we grew up without a car I could never understand why we couldn’t just go buy one. Truth was my dad worked as a custodian and my disabled mother scrubbed floors on her knees three days a week so they felt we just couldn’t afford it. It was a hard pill to swallow but it developed in me a sense of gratitude for what we did have plus a sensitivity towards the less fortunate that influences me greatly to this day.
In 1843 England a young man encountered small children digging garbage out of trash cans in the dead of the night scavenging…
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