Every time I go to lift weights I think about mitochondria, the power house of the cell, and I get my new personal best. Shakespeare totally gave me the vocabulary I need to understand all the mid century poems I see in the daily news. Whenever my car breaks down and I need a repair I just remember how oxidation equations help me solve internal combustion chemistry and voila, AAA isn’t needed. Pythagorean's theorem and quadratic formulas are useful in preparing taxes and developing a tax strategy. Don’t even get me started on what mitosis has done for my sex life.
"My parents, brother, and I left Iran in 1980, shortly after the revolution. After a brief stay in Italy, we packed all our belongings once again and headed west to the exotic and the unknown: Vancouver. We had recently been accepted as landed immigrants, meaning Canada graciously opened its doors and we gratefully accepted; we arrived at Vancouver International Airport on my 10th birthday, three suitcases and one sewing machine in tow. After respectful but intense questioning at immigration, we were dropped off at a hotel on Robson Street, which was then still a couple years shy of becoming the fashionable tourist hub it is today. We were jetlagged, culture shocked, and hungry, so that first night, my father and brother courageously ventured out into the wild in search of provisions. I fell asleep before they returned. The next morning, I woke up at 5 a.m. and ravenously feasted on a cold Quarter Pounder with cheese and limp French fries that had been left by my beds...

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