I want to start this out by sharing a little about my past. I did not come from a life of privilege or wealth. My Father was a hard working man, my Mother a homemaker and while we didn’t have alot as kids we were never short on love. During my childhood the country was in the throes of the recession of the 70s. Jobs, money, oil and food were all things in short supply. My Father’s job was hit hard and he found himself out of work. Unemployment was enough to pay the bills, but that was it.
When we went to look for help the Food Banks were dry, our Church was tapped, our family and friends were in no better shape than we were. It was hard times. I remember watching my Parents not eat for 3 days just to give my Brother and Myself the last can of beans. My parents sat where they thought we could not see them crying in each other’s arms. They were wondering what they were going to feed us tomorrow and hoping for some kind of help. This made a lasting impression on me as a child and I vowed that if I were ever in a position to help people… I would. I did not want other kids or their parents to ever be sad over the last can of beans.
