all you gals/guys who grow for someone else that is sick, and do it from the heart, not for profit, are very special people. i'm sure 99 percent of us started growing illegally, or underground if you prefer. then a loved one, be it family, or friend, got down bad sick, and you helped with some of your stash....
that scenario is how it began for me! it took almost two years to figure out what i do now. and that is, grow for terminally sick friends. am i a dealer??? heavens no...lol...i'm a saint also...toot-toot!!!lol.lol...
when you give an hour of dignity back to a man, so his young son/daughter can sit on daddies lap, well that my friends is compassion in one of it's truest forms...in this instance, you cannot put a price on freedom...am i a dealer???
when my mother lays in bed at night, in entire body pain, from bone cancer, and cries in the next room, from the pain, and refuses pain meds, and shes scared to go to sleep, for fear she wont wake up, and i give her a brownie, so she can at least rest a little,,,am i a dealer???
i can go on for ever with these true stories, personal gains, i like to call them. i've never sold one gram of mmj in my entire life. if i needed something to do what i do, such as another light, i suppose that would be fine for someone to make enough to get that. but, i have not gone there personally. i traded a nice air compressor once for a so-so light. i loved that compressor too!
so, i ask you once again, am i a dealer???
Edit > high respect 2dog, lr775, gone2pot, and all those who know compassion...