I'm thankful that I made that phone call. Mostly, I'm thankful for the look on my beautiful wife's face when I walked in that door, and the way she hugged me. That was a hug for the ages, man. You should all live long enough to get a hug like that.
We had arrived in America with nothing but rags in our backpacks and a few ounces of gold that my mother had tucked into her money belt. An impoverished aunt took us all in. Soon there were 10 people crowding together in Auntie Lisa's tiny two-bedroom apartment in San Francisco.