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Starting
Over
"Before dawn this morning I was woken by a pounding on my back door.
I got out of bed and went to see who it could be. When I opened the door
a woman I had never seen before said, 'Please, Mister, help me.'..."
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Tough
People
"My Grandfather came to New York in 1917 and got a job. He worked
all day and most of the nights, and he never learned English. In Russia
he had been a writer who wrote short stories and essays in Yiddish for
the Kiev newspapers. But when he died, he had been a laborer in America
for more than 30 years...."
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Christmas,
seventeen
"There was one morning when I was seventeen, and very hungry, when
I saw the ocean. It was in Oregon, on that road by the cliffs, and there
was snow. The night before it had been fog, and I had been given a ride
by someone who was drunk. He was going fast, and we couldn't see the road.
I was asking him to stop, to let me out, but he kept saying, "What's
wrong? I can drive fine...."
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