I'm so thankful I was born low income and appreciated everything my parents did for me. Dad was a butcher and EVERY night brought home steaks that didn't sell because people wrongly believed they were turning bad because of the darkened meat. He would toss them in a broiler pan, season them, and broil them. I fondly remember even eating one while tears ran down because I had the mumps. My favorite side was sopping the juices/ marrow left from the broiling with bread. God how I miss that! Then I was fortunate to marry into a family who, like Cindy, realized there were more important things than arguing and trying to change circumstances. Now I know this is wimpy to some, but I don't feel beneath anyone who has it better than me.