Reblogged from Getoffmylawn. Poverty can be soul-destroying.
Poverty is a blight, a disease, a cancer, a kind of rust that never sleeps as it erodes dignity and injects anxiety into the host, slowly saturating the soul and taking the body for itself. Poverty is the manifestation of failure, sometimes deserved, sometimes not, but once marked the stain lasts forever. Recovery is slow, and the heart never fully heals.
It’s always the math. That math consumes the mind in feverish, compulsive ways. The math and the questions. How much is left? How many days til payday? Til there’s more? What bill to pay? What can I not pay? How much do I have per day? Can I make it? How many meals can I get from a pound of hamburger? Count, count, count. Try to calculate the amount of pay and subtract the bills and do it over and over hoping I didn’t forget anything. Hoping the balance will be more. Wait…
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We don’t get to have lives until the basic needs of our bodies and minds are met. Hungry people, people who can’t read, people who live in the kind of hellish pain that is reserved for those we
walk over–these people are not living as that is defined by global interconnected social environment.
So much depends on a full belly, in a secure home, with access to the tools one needs to survive in a complex world.
Thanks for this post, Linda.
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I needed to pass it on!
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Lovely. Thanks for sharing, Linda. —- Suzanne
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So many people are stuck!
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I know and it’s a shame. —- Suzanne
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Excellent.
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Unintended results of the Civil War that persist to tis day: White sharecropper poverty in the South and abysmal Black poverty in urban ghettos
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It’s hard without a leg up.
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