"I was walking down the street in January. I was in a bad way, complaining to myself about being broke after the Holidays. Then I walked past this man whose face was all burnt up. He really didn’t have a nose. Tears constantly flowed down his cheeks. Couldn’t tell if he was upset or if his eyes had no tearducts. But it was freezing outside. I only saw him for a second or less, because I tried not to stare. But in that moment, a 300lb spoiled American learned to be grateful.