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Mom was 50 when my Dad died. She got on a bus every weekday for years; and rode 40 miles each morning to Madison. She earned a new degree and learned new skills to start her small business. It wasn’t just a new livelihood. It was a new life.

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Mom was 50 when my Dad died. She got on a bus every weekday for years; and rode 40 miles each morning to Madison. She earned a new degree and learned new skills to start her small business. It wasn’t just a new livelihood. It was a new life.

Paul Ryan