One Carpenter Spent His Savings to Keep Five Young Siblings in His Woodshop

filled with the smell of floor wax.

“Twenty years ago, I sat on that exact bench,” I said.

Diane stopped taking notes. Her pen remained hovering an inch above her legal pad.

“My parents died in a house fire on the north side of town,” I said. “I was nine years old. I had four brothers and sisters, and the oldest was only ten.”

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