When I worked in one of the poorest places in the US, those people literally couldn’t afford to get quality food.
They had no refrigeration so they’d walk to the dollar general and get microwave tv dinners super cheap and heat them up at my store.
You take that cheap shit away and don’t provide alternatives and those people literally starve.
I’ve heard people say, “those people just need to get a job.” When I was in my 20s I tried very hard to employ them. (My uncle owned a chain of gas stations and, despite his issues, he cares about people and tries to help where he can in his way).
One story that stands out in my mind. Dude shows up with the application, gives a great interview. Apparently social services were going to cut him off if he didn’t get a job. He worked for less than a week, then drank a half a gallon chocolate milk to cause issues with his diabetes so he could leave without confrontation via ambulance.
When I got his paperwork, he could not read or write and was scribbling random gibberish. There’s no telling how much just went out the door because he didn’t know how to handle it.
I was so angry at the person who trained him because she didn’t say anything about this. She just coldly said, “he’s an idiot. He isn’t going to last.”
The world shits on people like him. He was denied his disability over and over again.
WV? In the 90s, I remember my uncle still didn’t have a septic tank or sewage; the family still used an outhouse. For breakfast, they’d often make biscuits and gravy with this weird, and I assume cheap, canned-gravy I’ve never seen anywhere else (was good, but likely very unhealthy). Most of my family from there are dead now (drugs, shit-life-syndrome).
Also, I didn’t have a septic tank either as a kid. I remember using outhouses at relatives houses and our shit (at my house) just went from a pipe to the creek.
It’s hard to imagine living like that nowadays, but I did once upon a time.
Man, I hope so.
When I worked in one of the poorest places in the US, those people literally couldn’t afford to get quality food.
They had no refrigeration so they’d walk to the dollar general and get microwave tv dinners super cheap and heat them up at my store.
You take that cheap shit away and don’t provide alternatives and those people literally starve.
I’ve heard people say, “those people just need to get a job.” When I was in my 20s I tried very hard to employ them. (My uncle owned a chain of gas stations and, despite his issues, he cares about people and tries to help where he can in his way).
One story that stands out in my mind. Dude shows up with the application, gives a great interview. Apparently social services were going to cut him off if he didn’t get a job. He worked for less than a week, then drank a half a gallon chocolate milk to cause issues with his diabetes so he could leave without confrontation via ambulance.
When I got his paperwork, he could not read or write and was scribbling random gibberish. There’s no telling how much just went out the door because he didn’t know how to handle it.
I was so angry at the person who trained him because she didn’t say anything about this. She just coldly said, “he’s an idiot. He isn’t going to last.”
The world shits on people like him. He was denied his disability over and over again.
WV? In the 90s, I remember my uncle still didn’t have a septic tank or sewage; the family still used an outhouse. For breakfast, they’d often make biscuits and gravy with this weird, and I assume cheap, canned-gravy I’ve never seen anywhere else (was good, but likely very unhealthy). Most of my family from there are dead now (drugs, shit-life-syndrome).
Also, I didn’t have a septic tank either as a kid. I remember using outhouses at relatives houses and our shit (at my house) just went from a pipe to the creek.
It’s hard to imagine living like that nowadays, but I did once upon a time.
You know it. I’m a West (by God) Virginian.
Crazy how I can just talk about the place and my fellow West Virginians know it without me saying it.
You and I have the same story haha.