How many times have I watched a parent struggle as their children misbehave? Too many times to count. In malls, in church, visiting friends, I’ve seen children hit, spit, swear, walk away while the parent is talking to them and being just plain rude and disrespectful.
Just like everyone else, I hate bills. Like clock work, they arrived in my mailbox and every month I dreaded opening those suckers up. I’d take a deep breath, and like pulling off a bandage, I’d open them fast and face how much I owed.