I think to myself how many of you have ever had to be in public housing or section 8 housing and your baby wakes up because the roaches crawling all over her and making her itch so bad. I lived in public housing for 12 years until I went back to school and get a job as a pre-school teacher assistant and now I live in the house I got from my grandmother who died but I still barely make ends meet. Meanwhile you live in your mansion and dare talk down to people who struggle every day just to feed there kids. What give you the right to be so superir to these people? One way or the other before or after you die you will stand in judgement either in front of your god or in front of your fellow man for a new day is almost here on Tuesday.