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Ron Hughart


"Everything will work out and there will be more good days than bad ones"

I've been reading a lot of non-fiction lately, mostly self-help kind of books. Although, out of all the proclaimed "self-help" books I've read, nothing has pulled at my heart strings like this autobiography.

Ron Hughart is an amazingly inspirational person because of the trials and tribulations he has overcome. His autobiography includes his journey of living in a migrant family during the 1940's just after the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl. This book has deeply shifted my perspective on life and has made me grateful for every blessing.

To name a few are: having carpet on the floor, a bed to sleep in, clean clothes and water, and food in my belly. I believe this book should be apart of the English curriculum in schools because it is inspiring to everyone, especially migrant families. Hughart represents children whose parents are constantly moving in search for employment and how moving can be damaging to student's learning abilities. In his autobiography, Hughart constantly references a teacher's comment about Ron being "retarded" and how this was detrimental to his self-esteem. This book speaks volumes about self-worth, depression, and being grateful for every small blessing. I finished this book in less than one day because it's a riveting page turner. Ron Hughart will forever be one of the most inspirational people in my life because of the strength, kindness, and perseverance he maintained during the hardest times in his life. 

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