“You know, my mom would beat the crud out of me if I ate the last of anything… teaching me to leave it for someone else… even if there wasn’t anyone else.
I wouldn’t and couldn’t eat the last of anything, be it an Oreo or a slice.
She also taught me to never eat in front of people if I were the only one eating… not to bring food and not bring for everyone.
Ironically, as what goes around comes around… as a kid hungry I would watch this dude… a friend of my stepdad… barge in with a whole bag of Jack In The Box and eat in front of me and my brother…
As well on a missionary trip to rural South Dakota… we had a box of pizza and one slice was left… so of course the large dude in the group ate it without a twinge of conscience.
I just don’t get it.”