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My father stood in my kitchen asking to borrow $1,000, his rough, weathered hands shaking with embarrassment. Before he could even explain why he needed it, my wife looked across the room and said flatly, « Tell him to get another job. We’re not a bank. » I gave Dad the money anyway. Three days later, the hospital called.My father is Wendell Marsh.
He is seventy-one years old and he is not the kind of man who asks anybody for anything. For thirty-four years he worked construction.…
