Not all of us had a silver spoon like you. A romantic dinner between my wife and I my last year of grad school was finding Petite Sirloin for $1.99/lb, a baked potatoe, and a discounted wine from the wine warehouse I managed at nights while going to school. We'd sit in the living room of our one-bedroom shithole of a house we rented, and eat our shitty steak that we had to 'marinate' in Kikoman teriyaki just to kill the taste of it. She worked three jobs at the time. We look back and wonder how we had any free time, but we did. Sure, we couldn't go out anytime we wanted to go out, but we also appreciate more what we have today because of our past experiences.
And guess what ... we worked for them, and we pay our bills. We certainly didn't have time in our mid-20s to camp out in a park in downtown PDX for weeks at a time. My kids have it easy, but I worked hard for it, and so did my wife. I just don't get how people can leave their life to camp out for weeks on end. Somebody must be either paying them or supporting them with food. If not, then Dignity Village has basically set up shop in downtown PDX.
