when I feel that my dad has been particularly evil and nothing in the world seems right ... after I talk to my Father....I like to scratch up a few dollars (and lately I'm really scratchin' !!).... buy some things for the homeless people. There is a small wooded area about 1 1/2 miles from me where a small group of homeless have set up camp. Never see them but I can peek into the woods and see the tents. There is one elderly man that lives in his mini-van there too. Some of these people must have families somewhere..... maybe like us.... just cast aside like an old shoe.... not good enough... not wealthy enough...not smart enough. paulette in sw fla usa...... just another old shoe - well, down here I would an old sandal smoochies