my father never really got to go to school when he was nine years old his mother passed away and had to go to it would work for the next seventy years of his life my

my father was nine years old and lost his mother he had to go had to leave school he never went back to school and the mission of his life is to give us the chance to do everything he never could do and

would never go back to school he would work for the next seventy years of his life when he was a young man he had big dreams they became impossible and

they barely spoke English at the time they had no money my father stopped going to school when he was nine years you had to go he would never go back to school he would work for the next seventy when

William was nine years when William was nine years old I was at home and together we were watching a history channel's civil

America and and he was just eighteen years old he had a hundred dollars in his underwear couldn't speak English and

for the ages this is a guy who was the security guard and Havana at the equivalent of a five and and cut a deal with the owner he

an alcoholic he wasn't a Christian and my father left my mother and left me when I was just three years old and someone invited him declare

of America you know fifty eight years ago my father fled Cuba he had been in prison he had been tortured as a teenager in Cuba he

in the revolution and he fought for four years he was thrown in prison he was tortured actually is a seventeen year old and

the very humble parents who struggle everyday I thought about it even tougher his mother died when he was only six years old the day after if you know if you want to work selling coffee in the streets of Havana with his father and

is he as a seventy three year old socialist curmudgeon now a threat to hillary clinton and

school and as he described the said he was close to flunking out of high school he had failed as he put it both

someone had come up to that eighteen year old kid as he was washing dishes and suggested to him that fifty

he didn't want to be a father to a three year old son and yet when he was in Houston a friend a colleague from the oil and gas business invited

best illustrated to be by a story told to me by young waiter not so on was the story of a sixty nine year old bartender the