James Roy, the son of Canadian Immigrants, moved to Missouri when he was two years old. Although he faced great adversity during his youth, he became a pillar of his community after leaving home. My grandfather, or “Poppy” as we liked to call him, was one of the hardest working and wisest people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. He displayed his compassion through his faith, loyalty, and love for others, even when he was a little bit grumpy. As an entrepreneur and inventor, he knew the value of a good dream and the grit it took to make it a reality. While I was only able to grow close with him during his final years, he taught me to always shoot for the stars and to never give up on myself.