My Life Struggles with Poverty
Imagine being a small child and having your stomach feel so empty you actually feel sick and week. I know this feeling. Growing up with my mother, who was unable to handle a small child, I went to bed more nights then not hungry. We had a place to live, but it always had roaches, was next to being torn down, or being condemned.
When I moved in with my aunt, food was plenty, we had a house to live in, and only the basics. I never had the chance to take life much for granted. Fancy cars, fine clothes, long shopping sprees, and other grand luxuries were never a part of my life. A bus trip was a grand adventure.
As I got older, the struggle got worse. Once I was married and had small children, life was a never ending struggle to keep food for the kids and roof over our heads. We did not have the luxury of picking and choosing much, we just had to take what was available. Money came from public assistance.
Before anyone gets the idea of a lazy woman having kids to avoid working, I was married, I had 2 kids, and a drunk to try to survive around. Yes, I could have not had my kids or gave them up for adoption, but being poor should not be a deciding factor in whether or not the children should be with their father and mother. Granted it was not the best situation, and when he became abusive, leaving the kids with him was not an option. Finding babysitters was hard because I would have had to work for the babysitting money.
* How many of you have had to wash dirty cloth diapers by hand because you could not afford Pampers, the Laundromat, or a washer and dryer? I have!
* How many of you have had to wear old rages when that time of the month came along because you could not afford pads or tampons? I have!
* Have you ate macaroni and butter because that was all you had to eat? I have!
There are many stories from others much worse. Elderly people eating cat and dog food, kids eating from garbage cans, people sleeping in cars or on the street, and many more similar or worse.
It is easy for people who have good jobs and enough money to meet their needs to say we are poor because we choose to be, are too lazy to work, can't manage our money, and the many other references made to us which represent us as negative people with no direction in life.
We are givers. You go to my house and I may only have 2 slices of bread, but if you are hungry I will give you one. Don't laugh at the analogy, because I have done just that and know others who have also. If a person needs a place to stay, my couch has been known to be supplied for that purpose. We share what we do have with others who are less off then us.
Don't feel sorry for us because we are poor, but don't put us down for it either. We are mostly people who have not had the greatest of opportunities presented to us.
I am a college graduate, I have worked a great deal of my life, I am currently living on the minimum of Social Security Disability (600 dollars a month), and struggle to keep a roof, food, and the basic essentials. I ask for very little. When I do, I try to give something back.
That is the one concept of the poor most people fail to realize. Most of us will not ask for help. We manage on our own with just what we are given, but we do not criticize those who do ask if they need it. We understand that as bad as we may have it, there is always someone else who has it worse. Most people could benefit greatly by adopting our morality to their own lives.
My life now is not a rosy one most of time to most people's standards. I live on a minimum of money, have a disability which limits me a great deal, and do not have the advantages many have, but I am productive, happy, and sharing what I do have with others. I live to help others cope with their problems, and to share what I do have with those who have less.
My life is not rich in money, but it is in love and compassion. These riches are worth more then all the gold in the world. Through the support of great friends this site continues to exist. I am grateful for the all the help I do receive.
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