Why Mesa United Way Fights For Our Community

I grew up in the Midwest, the oldest son of two hard-working, blue-collar parents. My father was a WWII vet and my mother was a stay-at-home mom until we were all in junior high. We were poor. My father worked as a stockman for Hallmark Cards and more often than not, his paycheck wouldn’t stretch between paydays. We ate a lot of navy bean soup and cheap cereal. We lived in a 1,000 square foot home where I shared...