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I undisputedly and undeniably have learned my work ethic from my dad.  My entire life he has worked 6 days a week.  6 FULL and tiring days.  But I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed anyone work harder than my dad did when he was trying to build the cabin up north.  I remember that he would get up around 4 or so in the morning, work until 2 p.m. in the Valley and then head up north for his “2^nd shift.”  There were many nights that we would walk into the house exhausted late at night because he had worked in one day the equivalent to what some do in a week.  He never complained.  He never said a word.  He just did it so we would have a nice place to go to escape.  I will forever be grateful for the cabin because it has always been a visible example of his dedication and hard work, but, more importantly, I will always be grateful for the quiet example that he set while building it.  That, to me, is even more valuable than the structure itself.