My dad had a rough life: growing up without a mother, working in the cotton fields in Southeast Missouri, getting drafted into the army during World War II, and staying in the military for 25 years.  He and my mom raised 6 kids on a farm in the Missouri Ozarks, where the best crop around was rocks.  He would work all day as a Staff Seargeant, in charge of running one of the officer's mess halls, then come home to plant corn, milk cows, or put up hay.  Every one of his children ended up becoming teachers, getting their master's degree, and living a life much easier than he could ever hoped to have had.  Thanks Dad; you're one in a million.

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