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My Father Was The Quintessential Husband And Dad.

We Suffer Pain, We Hang Tight To Hope, We Nurture Expectations, We Are Plagued Occasionally By Fears, We Are Haunted By Defeats And Unrealized Hopes . . . The Hoplessness Of Which I Speak Is Not Limited.

To Simply Wake Up Every Morning A Better Person Than When I Went To Bed.

As A Man, I've Been Representative Of The Values I Hold Dear. And The Values I Hold Dear Are Carryovers From The Lives Of My Parents.

Acting Isn't A Game Of "pretend." It's An Exercise In Being Real.