“At six years old we didn’t have any money;there was my mother, my brother and I.We had a deadbeat dad; left us before we weretwo, but she took us at Christmas-time todowntown Los Angeles.We had little cars going around in circles,it was pretty cool, and decorations in thewindow.She gave my brother and I a dime and toldus, “Boys whole half of it each, give it tothe man ringing the bell in the bucket.”We put it in this bucket, we said, “Mom, whydid we give that man a dime?That’s like two soda pops.”This is 1951, two soda pops, three candy bars.And mom said, “Boys, that’s the SalvationArmy.They take care of people that have no placeto live and no food.And we don’t have a lot of money, but we canafford a dime this year.Boys, always remember in life: give a littlesomething to those in need, they’ll alwaysbe somebody that’s not as well-off as youare. No matter where you are or how far down youare, try and help someone along the way.”It stuck with me.”