My father came over to Ellis Island from Poland after WWII. Spent some years in a concentration camp too. He died when I was 10. But I'll tell you what, he didn't waste anything. Nothing at all, especially food. Wasting was a sin, as was not working for it. Things were different back when I was a kid, and communism still owned Poland. In or during WWII, my Dad's father and both of his brothers were executed. He was already here, I think, when his sister sent pictures of their mother in her casket. That only left my father's sister and her two children back there as family. He used to go to Kmart and buy shoes and clothing for them, scuff and dirty them up before sending them back to her, them, so that they would get them so that they wouldn't be seized...and I suppose sold on the black market. I figure, as hard as things and times may seem here, they could be worse in other places, have and still are. I've been a very fortunate person. I have it harder than some, easier than countless. I work for everything that I have. I'm a very fortunate person. I don't ask anyone for handouts, never have. I don't mind giving handouts or help where or when needed and I can. I can't stand folks demanding that what I've worked hard for, or what's in my wallet should be their's for no other reason than they were born, and therefore are entitled to it. I didn't involve politics, nor am I looking for any. Its just that times have changed in my lifetime.
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