I cooked a bunch of butts for a friend's retirement luncheon.
I found out that my wife's boss brought some of that pulled pork to the hospital for a young friend fighting Leukemia. The young man hadn't eaten in a while and the nurse frowned but turned her head when the BBQ entered the room
Liz's boss called this afternoon and said the boy ate three large sandwiches and that there is now a picture of him with a great big smile and mouth full of pulled pork hanging over his bed.
Sometimes you just gotta feel good.