What The Hell Does Rant Mean?

When my oldest brother, Corey, was three or four, my uncle Jody wanted to treat him to a popcicle from the local market. Jody was a mere 6 or 7 year-old himself. He had a dollar or so, and he asked my grandma if he could buy two popcicles for my brother and him. She warned sternly, “Yes, that’s fine, but do not spend anymore than that.” Jody went to the market a few blocks away and came back with the popcicles. My grandmother, noticing his arrival, said, “Okay Jody, let’s put the rest of the money away to save.” My uncle looked down on the floor and shuffled his foot. “Jody? Where is the rest of your money?”, she asked raising her voice a little. “I don’t have it.”, he whispered, his face heating up with fear. “Jody, what did I say? I said don’t spend all your money. Now look what you’ve done. What did you buy?”, she snapped at him.” He spoke quietly with tears forming in his eyes, “There was a man with old, dirty clothes outside the store. He looked sad and had a sign that said ‘need money for food’. So I gave him the rest of money.” Well my grandma felt like such an ass. She told me that story not able to contain her own tears. Anyway now it’s a story for you. Sometimes I think of this story and it makes me want to be a better person.