Each of us has a lot of choices we face each day. And yet, many of us never stop to think about what the other side would look like. We get up and get dressed in our brand new clothes. Breakfast is the next thing on our mind... And that is where the choices become hard. At least in my world.
You see, I don't get the luxury of my husband... He is sitting in jail being served three meals a day. So, he has no clue what it is like to wake up and make the choice to not think about food. To avoid the thought so much that you seek any way to make your body think it has been feed, even when there is nothing left to eat. And actually there is, but who wants their child to know the pain of hunger. So you make a choice... and make sure the one person who needs the food to grow and learn is fed.
Yet in this world, hunger is seen as a problem for other places, not for the backyard of the States. We see pictures of children in other remote areas, with pleas for funds for the ability to feed those children. And yet, here we are left with the fact that if you are hungry... you have done something wrong. Of course we have programs to help, but it is not a great amount of help. And the comments that come with it... are enough to break your heart. Yet, for the sake of your child you are expected to swallow any self worth that you have and submit to the constant verbiage of the community stating that you must be lazy... you like living off of the work of others. And yet, without knowing a thing about you... The world is telling you that nothing you can do now... except get off of the government doll... will ever show that you belong.
And sometimes, it gets to be to much. You are given so many rules once you are stuck in this system that you begin to wonder where you even stand a chance to live. And yet, with the planning you do... sometimes the month is easy and other times you are faced with the days until you are able to have fund for food... wondering how you will feed your child... Let alone even thinking about the fact that you need to eat also. Sadly in order to make the funds last... you can not make the best choices of food. And are stuck watching sales and eating a lot of pre-packaged junk in order to make it thru the month. Then you face the comments about how you are misusing the funds for food... But when you have just about $3.00 a day to feed your whole family... You learn how to stretch the funds. You learn to ignore the looks and comments, even when you feel the last of your ability to know you can provide slip out of your fingertips. And you fall into that mold of being poor. Knowing that the label poor leads to people thinking you are stupid, lazy, and a whole list of other things... And wanting to cry because you are not. This is not the place you wanted to be, yet it is where you have landed due to the events of your life.
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