Growing up, we had a much different idea than "we are entitled"! Let me tell you about my dad!!!
My father grew up in Hungary during the war years living in fear that a bomb might one day kill him and his entire family.
At one point, in the middle of the war, the family's ration book was stolen. In order to prevent the family from starving, my father and grandfather had no choice but to steel seed potatoes from out of the fields of a near by farm. They were reported to the gestapo who arrested my grandfather and beat him for 2 solid days.
At the end of the war, things got really bad with the soviet takeover. The Russians wanted revenge on anyone of German decent. It did not matter that my family had lived in Hungary for 100 years, the fact remained that they still were of German decent.
Soviet soldiers were feared simply because they could do whatever they wanted. One night, they barged into dad's home, took anything they wanted, and raped my grandmother. They made dad and grandpa watch at gunpoint.
I only found out about this recently. Who could blame dad for not wanting to share this little episode of his life.
After a number of years, my dad's family was deported to East Germany, meaning that his family lost what little they had left. It happened in the middle of the night, a bang on the door by soldiers and they had 15 minutes to grab what they could carry and get out.
When they arrived in East Germany, my dad began his apprenticeship for a butcher and my grandfather was sent to work in the copper mines. In Europe, back then, apprentices were beaten down like dogs and considered a the lowest for of life. Dad had to get up at 4am to feed the horses, and work did not end until around midnight.
The master of a trade was supposed to take care of the life expenses of the apprentice (e.g. Clothes, Food, and perhaps a bed) and teach the apprentice a trade, but usually the apprentice is simply an unpaid slave. During this time, My dad's bed was a pile of hey in a barn, he was given a new pair of pants (the only pair he owned) once every 6 months, and was given mostly starvation rations of one potato and a thin slice of bread twice a day.
It is understandable that Dad was caught trying to escape to west Germany 3 times and was shot at twice. He finally made it to West Germany only to find that it was swarming with hungry, desperate refugees that would be willing to simply work for food and sleep in a ditch just so that they would not starve to death.
He was lucky enough to end up in a Catholic relief program that shipped refugees to America and paired them with American sponsors. Six months later, my dad ended up in America as a penniless immigrant with less than a 6th grade education.
He set about to learn as much English as he could and as fast as he could and ended up working in construction for a rather kind man.
All this happened by the time my dad hit sixteen years of age.
From my dad's standpoint, he did not owe us kids a darn thing. We were clothed, fed, and housed. We were even given an education. This was a DAMN lot more that he was ever given. In my view, even as a little kid, I always felt he was right about this. I have lived my entire life knowing that I had it easy!
One more note... My father was a refugee in three different countries. Only in America could he have done as well as he did. As long as I have known him, My dad was the most loyal American going. God help me if I didn't rise up during the playing of the national anthem!
This little 18 year old is a spoiled brat that should be kicked out to the street. For shame to this family that is housing her!