ethics

that is what really matters, rich or poor. I have lived as an ultra poor person with only the cloths on my back and, thankfully, on my best friends couch. I now live in a big old historical house. The guy who built my house also subscribed to the ideal that ethics was paramount. He was famous for creating the Sunday Edition newspaper so the farming community could have an edition that was specifically for them. Containing the important things a rural, isolated person would need from a news source.

I choose to work in state government because doing something that adds to the community is more important to me then the dollar bill. I could easily make 50K more in a corprate job but the dollar is not important. I have almost a million dollars saved but that is always for the rainy day that will come.

When I see people asking for money, I ask them when was the last time they ate a full meal. You will find that hungry people will be very honest and giving a hungry person a full meal is one of the greatest rewards. That feeling is a harsh reailty. My city is full of homeless, well beyond the norm. It is historically a hobo rest stop. So I feel obligated to make sure new faces are fed.

So what is the good life… IDK

but I am trying and it starts with caring about my fellow person. Not taking advantage of someone, unless they are trying to get one over on me. Welcoming the stranger and caring about the little moments where you see someone trying their best and telling them you see it.

Caring. Even when it hurts.