This was the last short story about his life experiences that my father, Victor S. Farrah wrote. I found the very rough draft in his desk after he went to be with Jesus. The last few weeks of his time on earth, he grew weaker because the cancer had gone into his bones, eventually causing severe anemia.
His biggest complaint was that he wanted to start driving again. A week before his death he asked both his primary care doctor and his oncologist if he could drive again. He wanted to drive again and was going to buy a new car. Both said that his condition made that impossible. His oncologist also said, “and furthermore Vic, it is time to call hospice because your blood condition is so bad.”
This story about Mr. Mossbacher was similar to the way Mr. Vic lived his life. He always worked hard at his work and the “never give up attitude” flowed into his automobile career. He told me always do your best; if you do not, the only person you are cheating is yourself. If you want something bad enough you must work hard, do your best and never give up and you will make it happen. This is why Mr. Vic was such a great car salesman and car dealer. He also inspired and encouraged others to do their best and to follow their dreams. I know of nine of his employees that became dealers.
A sermon I heard at church, by guest minister the Rev. Ed Lewis, motivated me to write this story. He talked about the woman that would not take no for an answer, from Matthew 15:21-28. My father would not take no for an answer, which was part of his “never give up, do your best, make it happen” attitude. Sometimes this was very aggravating, but his persistence was admirable and successful. He was endearing in his own hard- headed way.
I love him and miss him tremendously. He was a great father and taught me the important things in life. He spent a lot of time with me and our whole family. He met no strangers and could talk to anyone. He finished high school at night, never finished college but had a life-long thirst for knowledge and learning. I owe so much to that great man. His leadership, inspiration, and encouragement motivated me to follow my dreams, work hard, never give up, and not to take no for an answer. My life has truly been influenced wonderfully by my remarkable dad!
Here is Vic Farrah’s brief essay:

Hugh Mossbacher
When Hugh Mossbacher was still a teenager working the railroad, he was run over by a train and lost both legs. He recovered and was not able to wear artificial legs so he walked with crutches. He was a noble-looking man, handsome, soft spoken; a fine looking gentleman.
The accident left him heartbroken, but he decided to learn the jewelry business.
I was the new Chevrolet dealer in his town and we became friends. Hugh, my friend and a most remarkable gentleman, suffered this tragic accident when he was 18 years old. This has been a brief story of how he became an example of a brave man who would never give up but built a new life as a successful jeweler. He affected my life to always look up and never give up to any setback that life might bring. God Bless him, a great man.
Brad Farrah lives in Salisbury. Vic Farrah died April 1. He was 89.