Posted on Tuesday, November 29, 2011
in Emotional, Financial, Values
When I was a child I loved black licorice, cherry licorice, chocolate, and, well, almost all candy. Candy was tasty, and in short supply in my house. Candy, I believed, brought me happiness. I wanted candy, and I needed cash to buy candy.
I picked up pennies in the ground, checked phone booths and candy machines for unclaimed change. I was always on the lookout for stray money.
When I was eleven or so I went with a youth leader and a group of boys for pizza. I must admit I’m not certain what my previous experiences were in restaurants, but I know what I did that night.