
To get back to being a poor eater, my grandfather sat to my left at the dinner table and enabled me in my poor eating habits by letting me pass pieces of meat and vegetables onto his plate when no one was looking.

I must have been on the cusp my "hormonal" age when one night, I rebelled. After getting the "starving kids" lecture, I stood up and demanded an envelope. "If these kids are starving, then get me an envelope. I'll mail my steak to one of them." Very disrespectful, I now admit, but I don't recall any backlash from my father from my out-of-character outburst. Perhaps he realized there was nothing I could do to help those kids.
Today, I find myself making donations to the Red Cross and UNICEF. I think about those poor kids and wished I could have done something for them when they needed it most. I can thank my father for laying the ground work of guilt that makes me want to make up for not eating when I was a kid. The scale indicates that not only has guilt given me an appetite, but it also urges me to utilize PayPal to make my donations. I get the opportunity to free my soul every now and then and help someone who can't help themselves. Try it, it tastes good!