It’s a man’s world
My grandfather became a refugee twice. He lost three children to diseases we laugh at today. He fought in World War 2 and lost four toes to frostbite and lived for 55 years with shrapnel lodged in his back. He lived through a civil war and two dictatorships. But I have never, until the day he died, heard him whine. Not once. Never complaining. Never moaning.
No one has ever taught me what a real man is supposed to be like the way he did, without even trying. I can only wish I will be half the man he was at the end.
