You know ono, I'm going to tell you a story. I don't give a good **** if you believe it or not, your choice. This weekend was h***. Last year we helped a family at christmas. Young couple with two kids, he's been laid off for two years now. We've stayed in touch, helping out as we can. Sat they let us take the kids shopping. The boy, 13, is as thin as a rail, but he says they have food. The little girl is about average size. When they got here they were both wearing shoes with holes in them. Pretty worn out because they're kids and kids wear out their shoes, and these kids don't have other pairs to swap out.
The little girl wouldn't even look at clothes because she thought for some reason that we were only buying for her. When she saw it was for both of them she kinda got into it and let me buy her some shoes, a sweater, and a dress, and we got them socks. That was it. She wouldn't take another thing. The boy let us buy him two pair of boots. We tried to buy him a jacket and he wouldn't do it because it cost $40.00. We took them to lunch, and then came back to the house because we couldn't talk them into any more shopping. They were nervous and we could tell they wanted to go home. Finally the little girl told me that they were afraid we were going to take them away from their parents because her cousin had told her that when you're poor they take you and give you to people that can take care of you. I finally convinced her that would never happen, that was NOT what we were doing.
After they left I cried until I threw up and had a headache from hell. I haven't had one minute since the weekend that I haven't thought of those kids. I have food all over the counters for the upcoming holidays, things to make cakes out of, etc. The little girl kept saying, you have so much foooooood. I ask her if they had food and she said yes but not like this!!! We loaded them down with food (treats) before they left, and I heard the little boy tell his dad, "he tried to buy me a jacket that cost $40.00 but I told him nooooooooo, that's too much money. Now, like my husband and I both know, we have them to worry about because we're not going to let them want for the basic things. So, you will just have to excuse me if I'm not in the mood for BS this week, or in the mood to rejoice because some hooker can get free condoms, or some third generation welfare trash has their housing, free phones, and all the other goodies waiting on them after they get finished running the roads. I have other things to worry about. So just find someone else to fight with, I'm not in the mood.