We were managing to get by until my wife needed a shoulder replacement. My "White Privilege" was to start heavy manual labor on the family farm at
age ten. No college for me, Dad didn't believe in it and since he worked another full-time job to keep from losing the farm, I qualified of Nada.
When we got down to supper being a can of green beans split between us and some biscuits, I gave up and got in line at the food pantry.
I try not to judge anyone until I've had a chance to get to know them. Standing in line for 45 minutes behind people that are driving better
vehicles and dressing themselves and their kids better than what we did during the best of times is hard... Then watching the people from the church
stand there and call their name 4 or 5 (or more) times to come get their free bags of groceries is hard to watch. They'd walk off and let their kids
run wild in the consignment store and then when they finally got their stuff... Nothing
!! Whether you speak the language or not, a smile and
a nod is UNIVERSAL
. Becoming officially disabled hurt. I've always taken care of my own, but my body is shot. I'm profoundly grateful that
I don't have to do that each week.
Almost two years ago I was told by someone who works a state job that they risk termination if they suspect that they recognize someone coming in with
multiple ID's and confront them for double or triple dipping...
When one of my last jobs was going away because the plant was shutting down our supervisor came back in the early afternoon (that Friday) and said
I'd have to run my machine and help my friend unload the line because his helper had to go take a test. If he passed, he started work Monday.
My friend asked, "How in the H*ll can he have a job Monday when we aren't even shut down yet?!?!"
For some reason, my sense of humor has always gotten me in tight spots...
I said, "It's a lot easier when you can fill out a handful of applications."
That's when I was informed that if I didn't keep my mouth shut, I still had time to get fired and I wouldn't be collecting any unemployment...
Because of "Stuff", my friend wound up on work release and, since he had no family in this state, I would go pick him up and run him back and forth.
One day he said, "You'll never believe who I bumped into the other night at ***** ***. Did you know that MF has SIX
IDs?" Gee.... Who woulda thunk?
And then when I mentioned on another forum I used to frequent how sad it was about the young couple down South that had been shut down (when their
neighbors found out what they'd been doing, they joined in. That block was feeding 500+ meals a week to the homeless. It was the very same
those families fed their kids...), I was informed by another member that it was even sadder that I needed a "Social Progressive" to point
out to me that someone needed to regulate the quality of food being handed out.
I doubt good intentions help anyone going to sleep knowing they have kids who haven't eaten in a few days.