On Father’s Day– the personal wars that shape our careers

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I was 8 years old the first time I saw my father cry at my brother’s college graduation.  In an instant, I learned what pride looked like and vowed to make my father proud.  When I was 13, I saw my father cry for the second time as, with a broken voice, he shared the news of my grandmother’s cancer.  It took many years for me to truly understand the agony my father must have felt in that moment.  I had to share the news with my own children when my dad lost his own battle with cancer 6 years ago.