Say what you want about Oprah...

[MorganGrayson]

I know about being poor. Pawn your wedding ring to feed your kids kind of poor. (Yes, I actually did that.) I ran the food drive at the middle school one year, then left the boxes in the car of the "delivery parents." I saw them all an hour later. They'd put my family's name on the list. I cried in the kitchen, torn between total humiliation and gratitude. Those were bad years.

I mention all that in order to express an opinion with a little credibility. I don't "think I know how I'd feel," I DO know how I'd feel.

I wouldn't give a flying fuck what the rich bitch is getting out of giving food to my family. All I'd care about is whether or not my kids ate. Hell, point a camera at me and I'll do white trash gratitude and whore like crazy to make this rich woman look good.

Less taxes for her? Fine.
Big "ups" in the publicity department for her? Fine.
Whatever else she gets out of it? Don't give a shit.

My kids got fed. All I'd care about.

[Dravyk]

Though not having gone through the same experiences, I couldn't have said that better Morgan.

Hungry people do not give a shit who gives them food, could be Ghandi, could be Ghengis Khan; they care that they and those they love got the damned food!

[MorganGrayson]

Originally Posted by Dravyk

Though not having gone through the same experiences, I couldn't have said that better Morgan.

Hungry people do not give a shit who gives them food, could be Ghandi, could be Ghengis Khan; they care that they and those they love got the damned food!

Thank you, Dravyk.

Being that kind of poor gives you a perspective that truly helps later in life. It was also, oddly, a great way to raise kids. My kids valued everything they got and were never greedy like a lot of their peers. They also became absolute sharks when shopping at thrift stores, swap meets, yard sales and the like.

My daughter phoned me once about "the greatest pair of shoes she'd ever had in her entire life." She was truly triumphant over both acquiring them...and especially what she'd paid. 25 cents at a neighbor's yard sale.

Whatever else I do in my life, I can always say "I raised kids that can fucking *cope*!!" I like that.