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My Grandfather in his Florida home. 

I was never too close to him growing up, but over the last few years I’ve gotten to know him quite a bit. He may be one of the smartest, toughtest and hardest working men I’ve ever met. He grew up poor, in a boarding school and figured out a way to pull himself up by the boot-straps to become a medical doctor. I have never feared and respected a man so much and I still feel like a child when I talk to him sometimes. Things that I would normally say with such confidence turn me into a bumbling idiot when he’s around. It’s a really strange thing. We had a long discussion tonight about people that have been necessary for survival in our lives and I would say that he is one of mine. I could not have done this last year without him.

Photo by Chris Schoonover, 2015