The people coming to us have alcohol and/or drug problems, or struggle to put food on the table, or are unemployed, or have been abused, or are abusing, or are on public assistance, or fall within any range of broke, struggling and searching for a lifeline. Sometimes one person has all of those issues, but more often than not, they’ve got a combination of a few. Issues like those never thrive in a vacuum.
Not everyone sees the value of standing in the gap the way we do, and I get that. There’s no shortage of arguments about welfare and public assistance being a handout and not a hand up. Or that drunks and druggies should be locked up in prison until kingdom come. Or that unwed moms ought to lie in the bed they’ve made. Or [pick an issue and fill in the blank here].
But I’ve heard enough stories and combed through enough statistics to know that the issues are more complex than any bootstrap meme floating around in cyberspace and that there are no quick-fix solutions, either.
I imagine what these folks would say if they could. Maybe it’d be something like this.
Dear Guy in Line Behind Me at the Grocery Store:
I wish you wouldn’t look at me like that. I may not show it, but I feel your disapproving eyes and hear your sigh. I feel your frustration. I hate being on food stamps. I’m not sitting around waiting for a handout; in fact, I work two jobs. Neither is enough to keep food on the table for my kids and I. And in case you were wondering, I haven’t always been a single mom. My marriage fell apart and my ex has been unemployed for over two years. His loss of income is our loss of income. So you and me, our frustration is the same…just different sides of the coin.
Dear Cul-de-sac Neighbor:
I didn't come over for morning coffee today because I was busy talking to the utility company trying to buy time to keep our lights from getting shut off. But how do I casually mention that my husband’s hours got cut and I can’t score a full-time job to make up the difference – even with my degree. Truth is I’m too embarrassed to tell you that we can only afford to pay part of our mortgage and we just let the other bills – like our utilities – just “ride” in the meantime.
Dear Cynic:More stories could be told, more letters could written. These are just a few.
I find myself here applying for public assistance with “Those People”…at least that’s what I used to call them. Only now it’s “Us People.” But I’m not a Welfare Queen and from what I can see, neither are a lot of people standing in line with me. Believe me, I want to pull myself up by my bootstraps, but paying for a busted water heater and busted transmission on our only car have left us busted too. There aren’t any boots, much less straps.
The stories remind me that the work we’re doing does matter, even when a funding proposal gets rejected. Sometimes they’re a kick in the pants when I find myself whining about “first world problems” like our basement remodel taking forever to be completed. They keep me from turning into the frustrated Guy In Line Behind someone, or the too-busy-self-consumed Cul-de-sac Neighbor or after reading daily headlines, the Cynic.
Most of all the stories remind me that, but for the grace of God, those stories could be my own.
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