Just a quick lil story to show "the other side"...Back in the late 70's and early 80's..there was a family living on our block who didnt have much...Dad worked full time for part time pay...mom stayed home with 3 kids..little kids...maybe aged 3 to 7. Every year at Christmas this family recieved a visit from 3 "angels"....(not yet known as angels) carrying bundles of presents for the 3 kids....These men MADE Christmas for these children. They helped to make the memories of Christmas happy and great instead of memories of hard times. Watching that go on for years until the parents were able to make their own memories for the kids made me realise great respect for them. I know that my block wasnt the only block they cared for.
I guess the moral of this story....is that there is good and bad in all of us...who are we to judge?