Let me tell you a story. About a man with land next to a golf course. The guys, yes mostly guys, perhaps to be analyzed, hit their golfing balls, and often their balls land on this man’s adjacent property. And then he gathers the balls in buckets. And on one fine afternoon I asked him this – what do you do with the buckets of balls? And the old man told me – “They are not mine. I return them”. I have one question to people gathering funds on behalf of suffering people – “Do you gather all to the hungered needs of suffering people? Or…do you have a wicked pocket?  Just asking you so called a human being?