My dad is an inspiration. The odds were often against him. I’ll start when he lived in the small town of Amorosi, Italy, northwest of Naples. It is a beautiful, close-knit farming community along the railroad where everyone knows everything about you. In 1945, there were no cars or refrigeration. They used a root cellar to store the wine and olive oil. Farm animals were a way of life for food, milk, cheese, plowing, hauling, and transportation.

My dad was a rambunctious boy with a sense of humor. Toys were almost nonexistent, so play for a four-year period was mostly outdoors around the farm. He doesn’t remember exactly what he was up to but, unaware of the dangers, walked directly behind … read the whole story on Medium published in The Ascent.

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