My mother for giving birth to me at 18 (common practice in Russia, just the culturally accepted thing to do.. still...) and then completing a PHD in Chemical Science by 24. Which is probably one of the biggest factors as to why we were allowed to immigrate into New Zealand.
My dad, for not getting fucked up when he was in the Red Soviet Army. And working 12am-7am shifts at a local concrete block making plant so that our lives in Russia would be slightly better, but we moved before the fruits of his labour were fully realised.
Also my great-grandmother, who died when I was about 4, but she practically raised my mother. She worked as a nanny for rich people from when she was a kid until the 1917 revolution. Survived WW2 by almost instinctively moving away from her village and over the Volga, but lost her husband in the war. Surivived Stalin and his famine/purges by hiding wheat in the walls of her house so that she could make bread afterwards. Living to 84, and according to my mother was the wisest person she had ever known.
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