At the age 15 my father without knowing the language migrated to the US out of necessity for his family. He endured homelessness and sent all that he earned to his starving family of 14 siblings, keeping only the bare min to survive. Time went on and he married at 22, quickly growing a family.Determined to make a better life for his 5 children he studied and learned English, honed his skills to open a repair shop . Remembering his poor upbringing that forced his migration, he has helped others in need through his skills. Often working and accepting baked goods or other treats, late payments or promises of late payments from struggling families. Though his intentions are kind his endless hours of work leave him with an average of 4 hour of sleep trying to make ends meet and missing vital time with his family. He has said he knows God will help him because he helps others. A man who sees the good in every situation without complaint of his troubles.Though his heart is full, his pockets are empty,his clothes worn and tattered. Fixing the cars of other with so much grace while his own 23 year old car falls apart. A new car is something he has only ever been able to dream about. I know my father is right and God will one day reward him for taking care of and doing right by others. I pray that day will be soon.