My father was a giant of a man not only because he faced his economic hardships with an amazing amount of dignity, but because he was also a compassionate man. He gave a hand to anyone whom he thought was less fortunate than us, often sacrificing food at our dinner table. He had compassion on all who knocked at our door. When he was not repaid for money, he would still give, he never complained. Many times, my mother would be angry that people were stealing from him, but to him, they were not. He would say: “How could they steal from me when I do not expect them to pay me back?”