My granddad kept paint cans of bent nails that he had salvaged from various carpentry jobs. He needed a nail, he fished around until he found what he wanted, straightened it out some and drove it home. He rarely had two pennies to rub together, so he made do.
On seeing the nail straightener, my first thought was his voice saying “That’s too much for that, I can straighten ‘em myself!”
-- I always prefer reality when I can figure out what it is.
"I vowed to myself to fight against evil more completely and more wholeheartedly than I ever did before. . . . That’s the only way to pay back part of that vast debt, to live up to and try to fulfill that tremendous obligation."
Alfred Hornik, Sunday, December 2, 1945 to his family, on his continuing duty to others for surviving WW II.
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