I've been doing a lot of thinking over the last few days about all this plagiarism stuff, and I ask you to bear with me as I process some of my thoughts...

My dad was one of the most generous people I've ever met. He gave of himself, his possessions, his money, his knowledge. He never sold things or held garage sales; our family donated what we didn't need or want to those who might or to a local agency, like the Salvation Army.

The thing that angered him the most was theft. If you wanted something, all you had to do was ask. You didn't need to steal from someone who gave so joyously and so copiously...but people did. They took advantage of his good nature time and time again, but still he gave. When we moved to Chilliwack, we met a lovely family down the road who accepted so graciously what my mom and dad had to offer, and they gave so much to us in return. In the years since, the members of this family have shared what they learned with so many others, keeping my parents' spirits alive. In the end, he found people who would appreciate what he gave, and it made all of us so happy.
My dad wasn't all hearts and flowers, though. He also used to say that all it takes is one bugger to spoil it for the rest of us, and last week I found myself a bugger (or three). When I saw how many people were enriching themselves through my hard work, my first thought was to shut all this down, to hide everything I've ever shared so no one could steal from me again.

I'm not an idiot: I kno...