Artist Reply: Hugs. Thank you so much for this comment. I know very well about being in a place of poverty In a tiny town in Vermont (less than 100 people). But I also know how it feels to be touched by people giving freely and generously. As a child we were very badly off- I remember many days went by that we did not even have enough food-even when my father had a fulltime job and my mom was struggling to try to make money through Tupperware (which was only way she could find work then also). I remember the year that my father lost his teaching job, and could not find ANY job at all. It happened less than a month before Christmas. I remember my parents telling us that we were not going to be able to have a Christmas that year, because he had lost his job. And being used to things being tight, but somehow my parents had managed to make Christmastime seem like we had plenty and found ways to trade, make, buy, etc gifts for the three of us kids. And to have our parents tell us that this year even Christmas we were going to be hungry- I remember all of us, my parents included, crying there together. And word got around first to the people in our hometown, and the church there, then passed around to all the towns around, and every church within 50 miles of our home (15 or so churches as I recall...). And people started showing up at our front door, dropping off box after box of foods (and not just the canned stuff, but also whole hams, oranges, fresh nuts, etc. And bags full of wrapped gifts. By the time Christmas arrived we had so many presents under the tree that they would not all fit. And I remember that someone had gone ot the trouble of finding out my clothing size and had personally Hand-made me a flannel nightgown. I was 6 or 7 I believe. And I remember being so touched by that gift, that I got up in front of our church and said a thank you- how much it meant to me, how much everything meant. I was trying to get whoever made it to tell me so I could thank them personally, everything had been anonymously and not One single person ever took credit for any of the gifts. To this day that was the best Christmas of my whole life! And it serves to remind me on my horrible days, just how much a small little deed can make.