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How an Irish Man Taught me the True Meaning of Thanksgiving

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Across from us leaned an older gentleman, with a strong constitution, bushy brows, and a head full of thick, white hair. As he grinned, his right canine tooth glimmered gold, but couldn’t outshine the gleam in his eye. John O’Neill was a Dublin local, and a man who would later open my eyes to the true meaning of the term, “home”.

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