As a young Irish mechanic, I felt that coming to America was the best decision I could have made to improve my life. So, why am I sitting on the end of a bed in a one-room apartment with only two or three mice over by the dressing table to share this Christmas Day? It’s cold but the heat is not on, no radio, no TV. All I have is a package of socks I have given myself as a present and a turkey TV dinner. I had been involved in two life-threatening situations with the KKK. What happened to my dream? What could I do to regain control of my life? Well, in this book, I explain the years that led up to that miserable Christmas day —and the years that followed—to my eventual retirement from the automotive business.