And so it was, as I typed the words "What does it mean to be poor?" into Google one day, in preparation for a presentation I was scheduled to do, that I came across a blog entry entitled "Being Poor," on a blog called "Whatever: They Were a Lifetime Together." Anticipating that it would be more of the same old research-based information that I had already come across, I almost passed it up. Then, something made me click the link. Soon, I was in tears, reading through a laundry list of things that just say "poor." I recognized myself in many of them and old friends and clients in others. In each, I saw a reality that many of us live or have lived each day. The shame of being poor; the reality of being poor; the tragedy of being poor in a country where so many have so much and so many have so little.
I share this with you in the hopes that you will find it as touching and thought-provoking as did I. I share this with you as an insight into why I do what I do for a living. I see a world where no one ever has to know what it feels like to be able to precisely and exactly define what it means to be poor.
Being poor is the problem and people like you--and I--are the answers. InterServ, and those like it, are simply the intermediaries. Only the passion and resources--time, money, talent--that you and I bring to the table will solve the problem. Thank you for ALL that YOU do to help end the tragedy of poverty.
from http://whatever.scalzi.com/2005/09/03/being-poor/
Being Poor
September 3,
2005 By John
Scalzi
Being poor is
knowing exactly how much everything costs.
Being poor is getting angry at your kids
for asking for all the crap they see on TV.
Being poor is having to keep buying $800
cars because they’re what you can afford, and then having the cars break down
on you, because there’s not an $800 car in America that’s worth a damn.
Being poor is hoping the toothache goes
away.
Being poor is knowing your kid goes to
friends’ houses but never has friends over to yours.
Being poor is going to the restroom before
you get in the school lunch line so your friends will be ahead of you and won’t
hear you say “I get free lunch” when you get to the cashier.
Being poor is living next to the freeway.
Being poor is coming back to the car with
your children in the back seat, clutching that box of Raisin Bran you just
bought and trying to think of a way to make the kids understand that the box
has to last.
Being poor is wondering if your well-off
sibling is lying when he says he doesn’t mind when you ask for help.
Being poor is off-brand toys.
Being poor is a heater in only one room of
the house.
Being poor is knowing you can’t leave $5 on
the coffee table when your friends are around.
Being poor is hoping your kids don’t have a
growth spurt.
Being poor is stealing meat from the store,
frying it up before your mom gets home and then telling her she doesn’t have
make dinner tonight because you’re not hungry anyway.
Being poor is Goodwill underwear.
Being poor is not enough space for everyone
who lives with you.
Being poor is feeling the glued soles tear
off your supermarket shoes when you run around the playground.
Being poor is your kid’s school being the
one with the 15-year-old textbooks and no air conditioning.
Being poor is thinking $8 an hour is a
really good deal.
Being poor is relying on people who don’t
give a damn about you.
Being poor is an overnight shift under
florescent lights.
Being poor is finding the letter your mom
wrote to your dad, begging him for the child support.
Being poor is a bathtub you have to empty
into the toilet.
Being poor is stopping the car to take a
lamp from a stranger’s trash.
Being poor is making lunch for your kid
when a cockroach skitters over the bread, and you looking over to see if your
kid saw.
Being poor is believing a GED actually
makes a goddamned difference.
Being poor is people angry at you just for
walking around in the mall.
Being poor is not taking the job because
you can’t find someone you trust to watch your kids.
Being poor is the police busting into the
apartment right next to yours.
Being poor is not talking to that girl
because she’ll probably just laugh at your clothes.
Being poor is hoping you’ll be invited for
dinner.
Being poor is a sidewalk with lots of brown
glass on it.
Being poor is people thinking they know
something about you by the way you talk.
Being poor is needing that 35-cent raise.
Being poor is your kid’s teacher assuming you
don’t have any books in your home.
Being poor is six dollars short on the
utility bill and no way to close the gap.
Being poor is crying when you drop the mac
and cheese on the floor.
Being poor is knowing you work as hard as
anyone, anywhere.
Being poor is people surprised to discover
you’re not actually stupid.
Being poor is people surprised to discover
you’re not actually lazy.
Being poor is a six-hour wait in an
emergency room with a sick child asleep on your lap.
Being poor is never buying anything someone
else hasn’t bought first.
Being poor is picking the 10 cent ramen
instead of the 12 cent ramen because that’s two extra packages for every
dollar.
Being poor is having to live with choices
you didn’t know you made when you were 14 years old.
Being poor is getting tired of people
wanting you to be grateful.
Being poor is knowing you’re being judged.
Being poor is a box of crayons and a $1
coloring book from a community center Santa.
Being poor is checking the coin return slot
of every soda machine you go by.
Being poor is deciding that it’s all right
to base a relationship on shelter.
Being poor is knowing you really shouldn’t
spend that buck on a Lotto ticket.
Being poor is hoping the register lady will
spot you the dime.
Being poor is feeling helpless when your
child makes the same mistakes you did, and won’t listen to you beg them against
doing so.
Being poor is a cough that doesn’t go away.
Being poor is making sure you don’t spill
on the couch, just in case you have to give it back before the lease is up.
Being poor is a $200 paycheck advance from
a company that takes $250 when the paycheck comes in.
Being poor is four years of night classes
for an Associates of Art degree.
Being poor is a lumpy futon bed.
Being poor is knowing where the shelter is.
Being poor is people who have never been
poor wondering why you choose to be so.
Being poor is knowing how hard it is to
stop being poor.
Being poor is seeing how few options you
have.
Being poor is running in place.
Being poor is people wondering why you
didn’t leave.
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