Working at the Food Bank with my kids is an eye-opener. The face of hunger isn’t the bum on the street drinking Sterno; it’s the working poor. They don’t look any different, they don’t behave any differently, they’re not really any less educated. They are incredibly less privileged, and that’s it.
To suppose as we all suppose, that we could be rich and not behave as the rich behave, is like supposing that we could drink all day and stay sober.
If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.
You’ve got to have something to eat and a little love in your life before you can hold still for any damn body’s sermon on how to behave.
Don’t tell me what you believe in. I’ll observe how you behave and I will make my own determination.
Living ~400lbs 
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