My mother taught me that no material possessions are worth nothing compared to the love of your neighbors. When I was 11 years old my bicycle was taken from the yard. I was quite upset; my mother’s response was that whoever stole it needed it more than I did. She said I should hope and pray that the bicycle would bring happiness and a better life to whoever took it. I realized then, that for whatever reason – financial difficulty, depraved upbringing, social pathology, lack of moral fiber – the person who now had that bicycle was in worse shape than I. From that day on the biblical saying “whoever takes away your coat, do not withhold your shirt from him either. Give to everyone who asks of you, and whoever takes away what is yours, do not demand it back” became my sole way of being in this material world.