The Father’s Day Weekend I Wouldn’t Miss For the World

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I was behind on my rent and down to my last five dollars and eighty cents in my pocket when I was paying for my Café Con Leche at the concession stand that stood 13,400 feet above sea level. Just then, I saw a little boy being picked up by his dad as he carried him on his shoulders. Immediately I thought: Father’s Day. It was one week away and my dad was even further away – still working as a cab driver, even though he would retire by the…read more