Eulogy For Father

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You are born with a gift don't let it go to waste listen hear this my storey of what wanted to do for a long time. Ben hankey grew up in battle creek michigan.he loved baseball so much he would not do anything else. my dad has the best influence on me and sports he encouraging. so that's why i pick my dad to be my hero. my dad has help me for 8 years about to to be nine. my dad has drove me everywhere i need to go for baseball he has help me out for so many years, its un believe able of how much effort he has put in for me even with his work.my dad always would right when we got home we would go outside and play baseball with me blck lab i had my dog would always go get the ball when i hit it deep.now since we got a batting cage at my house

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