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Long before I became an American citizen, I was given an American name by a Marine in Beirut. I was eight or nine years old in the
English entered my life before America did. When I was a boy in Beirut, our house stood across the street from the American Library. Inside were books,
My first car in America was a 1965 Mustang. To me, it meant I no longer had to depend on my brother, my sister-in-law, or coworkers whenever
When I first came to the United States, I thought mostly about what I needed to do next. I needed work. I needed transportation. I needed to
When I began writing down my memories, I did not begin with a list of chapters. I began with people. My father driving his truck. My mother
Before anyone called me a manager, a business owner, or a leader, I carried lumber, made pizzas, answered telephones, handled airline work, stocked food, and cleaned whatever
When I came to the United States in 1972, I did not arrive as an empty person waiting for America to give me an identity. I brought
There were chapters in my book that would have been easier not to write. Success is usually simpler to remember in public. You can talk about opening
The final words of my book are simple. “It was meant to happen.” I did not choose them because everything in my life was easy or because
