My neighbors across the street are poor; very poor: Grandma, Mom, and a pack of kids. No Dad. After the last people moved out, the house stood empty for a long time, and was finally bought by someone who completely renovated it; then they rented it. My neighbors come and go on foot, minding their own business. Every now and then, I see them coming from the grocery, over a mile away, bringing their food and necessities home in a cart, then, pushing the cart away, so nobody will notice they haven’t a car. I notice. Their exhaustion and perspiration from pushing a grocery cart from so far away is painful. They never ask for help. I don’t offer. They would be embarrassed. So, the game continues, week after week. No one has a job. They gave everything up and moved here, to seek medical care for one of the children who is very ill. Mom was in nursing school. Her baby was more important. No car, they have to rely on cabs. Buses don’t even run in this neighborhood; a cost containment measure by the city. Today, a Schwann’s truck delivered food to their home. At first, I thought, great! Probably using food stamps to buy expensive food, which I know I can’t afford! Yeah. Probably spending their food stamps for expensive food, and getting the least bang for their buck so they don’t have to walk over a mile in the summer heat. The Schwann’s truck pulled away. They closed their door again. Life goes on.
- Question Of The Day: Should People Who Use Food Stamps Only Be Allowed To Purchase Necessities With Them?? (bossip.com)
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