"You don’t know a person until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes.” My dad used to say. I would look down at his shoes, with the broken zipper that use to be snug around his ankles and the duct tape barely holding his old worn boots together. He should have gotten rid of them long ago, but it showed what kind of man he is.
Stubborn. Determined. Selfless. Hard working.
I don’t have to wear his shoes for a mile to know what kind of person he was. I just have to look at them and know.
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