The purpose of teaching me gratitude was to make me consume my cabbage (or liver, that inevitable mainstay of my childhood diet). It certanly did not seduce me into the cabbage, but it did leave me depressed for the famished bob proctor the secret children who WOULD be thankful for something I not only did not want, but offended by. Very few things have made me feel like I was a crappy person. This did. Sometimes I would gag the food down, but certainly not happily.

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