Something I saw my father do time and time again was him getting back up after being knocked down so many times. There was something that burned inside of him that compelled him forward, no matter what. Even after one of the most devastating blows one could endure in old age, he got back up. Not only did he get back up, but he never lost his sense of humour throughout his many ordeals, which included growing up in poverty.

I look up to my father as an exemplary example of the milk of human kindness, and when I am feeling sorry for myself with the minor ups and downs that comes with life, all I need to do is to think of him and know deep in my heart no matter what I will always get back up “one more time”.

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