My neighbor is an architect. He has a fifth-wheel trailer, TWO pickup trucks which can pull it, a car for his wife, and a Porsche in the garage. He also has a fast-looking boat on a trailer, two dirt bikes, two jet skis, two ATVs, and a golf cart (that I know of). He has two of these things so he can share them with his son.

He also has a wife and a daughter.

Today, I learned that he is facing foreclosure on his house. This hits me very hard because I know the pure hell my mother went through to keep us living in the house my father built (he died when I, the oldest, was 5).

Things do not a family make, nor do they necessarily create happiness or mental or physical health. I've seen children enjoy a cardboard box more than an expensive radio-controlled car.