I think that in order to understand where you are going, you must remember where you've been. For me, that is a remembrance of the America I knew growing up; and where I've been. When my mother died way too young, my grandparents stepped in, because that's what family does.  My grandparents had little in the way of financial resources, or put another way: "We was Po." I joke with audiences when I speak that, we were so poor, the electric company came to our house once and blew out the candles. But as poor as we were, we were oh so rich! We ate together, played together, and prayed together. I recall one birthday, eating a hamburger the size of a dinner plate at the Nighthawk Restaurant in San Antonio, TX.  That was the first time I ate in a restaurant...a rarity for my family. My grandfather took me there as a treat, because he worked there as a cook. I can count the number of Christmas presents I received as a child on both hands, and I remember every one of them....(Read Full Article)