When I was very young my dad got hurt in an industrial accident and had to be hospitalized for a long long time. We were so poor with three little boys in the house that our Christmas presents were delivered by the SallyAnne Santa. I'll never forget the refurbished logging truck I got that day in Cranbrook BC. I think this experience moulded the way I think about disadvantaged families with kids and I always make sure that I make significant donations to our community organizations that provide these types of service.

I have more stories of growing up poor, do you have any to relate?