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Dreams come to us when we least expect them, and often at an age when you can't really do too much with them. As my 6th birthday passed I had big dreams to be a construction worker. There was nothing more exhilarating in my world of 1716 La Floresta Dr. than wearing that yellow hard hat and driving that large machine resembling something close to a dinosaur. My days were filled with the ever deliberate and mastered craft of filling THAT hole. 

Why? Because something deep inside me told me it was my job to dig and then refill that hole. Hours I stared at that damn hole, and its mere existence haunted me. Luckily, I quickly came to realize that you could only fill a hole so many times befo...

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