The Importance of Philanthropy

I grew up in Lisbon Maine and all French Canadians and everybody in that town spoke French. My mother has the same name well it's hers is YVO NNE which is even mm-hmm and I'm evil so like a slightly more masculine version right yeah. We sold everything that we had and immigrated from Canada to California with five of our family, driving across countries on barre wash tubs hanging off the side of the truck. "My first lesson about philanthropy" was going by the Navajo or Hopi reservation on Route 66 when my mother felt so sorry for her she got out and gave her her canned corn  that she had put up.