Mama went to daddy’s funeral alone while I looked after the kids. She put all her stock in me, the oldest. I got the clean bathwater and the least-worn hand-me-downs. In exchange, I sold hot dogs in the mall and wore a top-hat-tall paper chef’s hat. I learned how to play the part, however humiliating. Because I had a family to feed.
Now I have a bigger family. Thousands of people. I take care of them all day every day. I gave them my life, even my salary during the downturn. I gave them security and jobs so they could bathe, feed and clothe their families. Who was going to take care of me? So if I sold off a few stocks, that’s me taking care of me. And if I used the private jet, it’s because I needed to. I deserve it. Where’s my thanks?