January 20, 2017
“What I remember most is how my Father would carry my Mother through every threshold in the house. It wasn’t a romantic thing. In fact, my Mother hated it. She would be minding her own business and my Father would come, heave her over his boney shoulder, and carry her fireman-style around the house, multiple times during the day.”
-Dave Ramsey, on childhood memories
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