I was just talking with a friend of mine, comparing funny stories about our families, and she told me about her mother who, in the years before she died, apparently felt very insecure around money. She never thought she had enough, and she NEVER wanted to spend any of what she did have.
“Mama,” my friend and her siblings would say, “we are not putting any of that money into the casket with you, so you might as well spend it now. Because if you don’t, then eventually, we will.”
But apparently the worrying continued, along with the fretting about being “poor”, until finally, my friend was forced to respond.
“Mama,” she said, “I have a friend who just got back from a mission trip to Jamaica. There were 12 women, and only 4 pairs of underwear, so these women were forced to share panties. So when you have to share your underwear with twelve other women, then we can talk about your being poor.”