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Although my children are grown and on their own these days, I was once a single, unemployed mother who resorted to food stamps after my husband abandoned me and our two babies, and I used food stamps for one month until I could scramble for a job and enough money to buy groceries, provide day care and a roof over our head.
My high school education was my ticket to providing all of the above, but, more importantly, my degree was supplemented by my belief that my children were my responsibility to feed, clothe and shelter. Responsibility is a word fast disappearing from a society full of excuses why they can't succeed, raise their own family or get jobs.
While sitting at the breakfast table, reading the Chronicle, I asked my wife, ""Why do you suppose the Chronicle would put a story about Ross Perot selecting a running mate on the front page? Who cares? At best, it belongs in the last section, maybe on page 12.''