“Boris, Brighton Beach in Brooklyn, New York”

By Donato DiCamillo

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”I moved here from Russia as a young boy. My dream was to become Mr. Universe. You know, like Arnold Schwarzenegger? One day while training I fell to my knees from a bad dizzy spell. I was 34 years old. Later that week my doctor asked to have a series of tests done on my heart. A week later my dreams would come to an end after the heart specialist informed me that I had congestive heart disease.” (Photo by Donato DiCamillo)
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“I moved here from Russia as a young boy. My dream was to become Mr. Universe. You know, like Arnold Schwarzenegger? One day while training I fell to my knees from a bad dizzy spell. I was 34 years old. Later that week my doctor asked to have a series of tests done on my heart. A week later my dreams would come to an end after the heart specialist informed me that I had congestive heart disease.” (Photo by Donato DiCamillo)

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