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My dad is a badass.
When I was 6 or so, in Communist Romania, there wasn't any food or anything, so he said "fuck this" and defected. He risked his life crossing the border, swam across the Danube with just the clothes on his back and a knife, making his way to Greece eventually where he worked his ass off for 2 years to make enough money to come here (the U.S. of A.). Then he worked his ass off here to bring my mother and I over. Afterwards, both my parents worked their asses off and are now tons better off because of it. I have them to thank for where I am now.
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