tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10235575.post3224287115045010320..comments2024-02-04T15:48:48.193-05:00Comments on Adventures in Applied Math: Everyone Is Somebody's BabyRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06927630155994067676noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10235575.post-16348321009206640362009-01-23T11:27:00.000-05:002009-01-23T11:27:00.000-05:00I get easily depressed when thinking about all the...I get easily depressed when thinking about all these less fortunate then me, especially since I don't have to go far to see examples of dire poverty - I just have to go back to my birthplace. I try to keep in mind that pocket change spent on coffee could mean a week of food for someone else, and try to handle my money accordingly.ScienceGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00071055167798044468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10235575.post-39269734306239203242009-01-07T23:19:00.000-05:002009-01-07T23:19:00.000-05:00I've found myself thinking that same thought about...I've found myself thinking that same thought about the homeless in Vancouver. The guy sitting in the rain outside the Library, talking to himself, was somebody's baby once.<BR/><BR/>I try to give to the food bank box at the grocery store, as often as I notice somebody hungry on the street who I could've given change to. Today, I bought two bags of a kind of chips Scott likes, because they were on good sale, and as we were walking out, Byron said, "Wait, mom, wait! We got two bags of chips! But some people don't have any money!" And I handed him one of the bags, and he took it and put it in the box.<BR/><BR/>I usually try to give something slightly more nutritious, but I was so touched he thought of it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com