I feel for people who dont make a good wage. It was not fun making minimum wage when I made it, but the difference was I knew I had to do something to make my life more paletable, or accept the money I was making and the handouts that were given to me.
I got food stamps for two months. I needed them. I started going to school, and got a second job, and it was hardly worth it as I paid what I made in my second job to daycare.
But the Gods of goodness were looking down on me and since I was trying, I got UP. When I made so much money I didnt qualify for food stamps, I was ecstatic. I was 19 made mistakes in my life, and was determined to fix them so my children would not suffer. Drove a beater that barely got me to and from work. Winter time in NE OHIO, really sucked.
My favorite memory is I was working in a truck stop. My youngest was in the hospital, having seizures. I had to leave him and go to work. I was assured it was OK, I did not have a choice, I needed that 2.11 per hour plus tips.
The next morning when I left work, my beater was full of toys, teddy bears and a brand new set of tires. And the cash to have them mounted and balanced. I never got any of my customers to admit who did it. I never found out how many of my regulars got the message. To me that meant everything. I also had some toys on lay away in the gift shop, when I went to pay on it, they told me it was paid already. To me that shows the charitable content of the American people.
And one of my favorite things in life is to do something for someone like that, I think its now called pay it forward.
To do something nice for someone who can never repay you.
Im not extreme by any means. some may think so. Im one thankful son of a gun, for the opportunities I have had. And watching my Mom and Dad struggle, and never take a dime from anyone but family. In my case I eliminated family also. That is the point, to do better than your parents did. That to me means you have arrived.