Let me tell you something else, steelb.
When I first arrived in Guam, a little island east of the Philippines, at 15, I volunteered in the mess hall, to help serve the people.
When I arrived at the refugee camp in Fort Chaffee, Arkansas, I did the same.
I also volunteered as an English teacher and as an interpreter at the Red Cross station to help process the refugees.
When I came down to Houston; a few years later, I and a friend ran a monthly bi-lingual magazine for children, trying to help them assimilating to the new life, among other things, while in college.
We also staged events to help the boat people let them be forgotten by society.
Compassion is what I learned from years of war; you can't imagine going to sleep with barrages of canon fire.
While I have my business, I also tried to help a few guys with "records" among other young men, none with experience.
Even when my business was just afloat.
Trying to turn them around was my biggest accomplishment rather than the monetary award.
Bragging is not the term.
I didn't need money to do the things I did, my friend..
I've had my days when I barely had anything to eat.