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In honor of Father's Day, my husband's other child was exposed. I would call it poor taste except for the fact that I'm quite proud of this illegitimate child. It's actually his brain child.

When he became the program manager for the youth shelter, he gave it an overhaul and facelift. He created levels and a more manageable system of reward and education. It has transformed into an entity in its own right.

And here he goes again. Encouraging his brain child to grow further to meet the needs of other people's children.

http://www.heraldextra.com/news/local/north/american-fork/article_11da5bf2-64ba-5849-93e3-8cf3d4cc9d00.html

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  1. Bravo Taylor Dad! This is terrific. Places like this are so needed - and his sounds like a great one. Hard work, indeed.

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  2. That is fantastic! I am thoroughly impressed by his ability to reach out and help those in need. What a great program. Thanks for sharing that, gives a bit more sunshine to my day.

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