I just want a little more than survived.
The government cheese came and the canned peanut butter, the consistency of the inside of a peanut butter cup, tasted really good. I even enjoyed the canned pork stuff with the awesome graphic of a pig on the can. The donuts from St. Vincent De Paul's food pantry were stale and occasionally we would get an entire stale sheet cake, so good. We never had snacks. We were not the poor family with Tommy Hilfiger polo tops and red tag Levi jeans. We were for real. There was not a loss of priorities it was just basic desperation . There was actual pride in the words when my lovely mother said we had survived and a sense of thankfulness that could only be possible through faith.
I don't have faith and I don't need your Levi's.
I never have considered god to be compassionate and I have a great sense of style that never needed societies markings of a name brand. I little ego and a lacking in faith goes a long way I guess after all I survived.
There were barrels of broken toys for Christmas...don"t give broken trash to the poor they don't want it and do not have the means to get rid of it once they have it and which leads to the stereotype of poor folks being lazy slobs surrounded by trash. Just guess where all that garbage came from and guess who's car is broken and who doesn't know how to recycle or trash said broken objects. If something no longer has value then it no longer has value and is not magically useful by someone that has less money. If anything it is harder to maintain an object and more expensive it is made poorly or already broken. rehabbing and refurbishing are for the rich really poor folks should only have the best as they do not have the money to maintain crappy goods. Unfortunately, quality is hard to find and impossible to afford.
