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It was the summer following my high school graduation. For the three summer months before I began college, my Dad allowed me to work with him to earn money toward a car. When we weren’t commuting two hours to a job remodeling some high-end retail stores, we would drive across my little home town of Angwin to my father’s auto-shop to repair cars. On one of these days something took place that will be burned into my memory as long as I live.

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