When I was 1 ½ years old, my father died after a long illness, leaving my mother with two boys, my brother, 3 years of age, and me. Due to the expenses of my father’s illness, my mother, at the time of his death, had less than $500 remaining from their accumulated savings. Somehow with this meager capital and by the grace of God, she raised and educated us and in due time put my brother through West Point and me through the University of Kentucky. Thus she gave each of us the chance of advancement in the world.