Today I decided to tag along with my uncle to feed the homeless. It was very humbling to be with people who are less fortunate than you. I met a few people there, and I got to have a conversation with a few others. It was very nice. On the way home, my uncle stopped us at AutoZone so that he cold buy some stuff to clean his car battery and then he treated me to Starbucks. While in line at the drive through, he turned to me and said, "We are selfish." I looked at him confused. He continued "I'm just thinking, 'here we are, in line for fancy, over-priced coffee', and after the morning we had, all I am thinking about is my car battery. You know what my good friend calls that? Cadillac problems." It is no surprise that I was still confused at this point. He goes on to explain, "Cadillac problems are what we call the problems we have in our lives. They are so small and if you had to rate your problems on a scale of cars, the smaller problems would be the fancier car. Like a Cadillac." He really got me thinking... I have always considered my life hectic. And though my teenage years were spent jumping from house to house, I was never "homeless" and while I never had a stable environment, I always had something to eat. I looked at my uncle and I almost asked, "What car would you use to describe the worst of problems?", instead I reached for my coffee and just humbled myself with the fact that I now have only Cadillac problems now too.