You know there is a story I sometimes tell people. About my mother. She had to go thru the Great Depression of 1929. She never could have Christmas presents as a child. She only had one doll growing up. They were about to lose the house at one point. At another point, they only had one can of beans in the entire house to eat. But she used to say. It didn't make her bitter or angry. It made her resolve that no family member of hers would ever go thru that again.
