12-20-07 - Perspective

My father and I delivered food and gifts to “less fortunate” (i.e. poor) families today for the Rotary Club. We showed up on the doorstep of this family in an apartment complex near my parents house in Phoenix, and they were watching TV. The man of the house was drinking a beer while the mother of the children nursed a child in her lap. As we left I said to my father, “Hell, I’ve lived in worse places than that, and nobody brought me anything for Christmas!”