 My story, according to my dad, was he got on the wrong ship. He was supposed to go to North America, got on the wrong ship when I ended up in South America, Brazil. So I met my mom there while I came about. So basically our story is like everyone else's. We came to the United States because looking for a better life, not to be cliche about it, but that's what it was about. My father worked a few jobs down in Brazil and he was sending money to family overseas in Palestine to try to keep them going. But anything, as the money left out of Brazil, it really meant nothing outside. It just didn't carry the weight that the US dollar did. So we found ways to try and come into the United States and we arrived here in 1964. I was five years old. I'm still a young man. So we settled here in New Jersey, started out in the safe and then Patterson. We wound up in South Patterson, New Jersey, where it's big, probably the second most densely populated Arab community in the country, second to Dearborn Michigan. And that's where I grew up and went down the shore one day. I met this young lady and the Jersey Shore. I feel like a situation kind of thing going on there. But I found out that she was Palestinian, found out that she was Muslim, in a bikini on the beach. I'm like, it doesn't get better than this. So that wasn't a sign. I don't know what was. And we've been together about 30 years now.