I am soon to be homeless. That does not mean I don’t have hopes and dreams and feelings just like you.
If I walk into your office to ask for help, please know that it took me hours of crying and praying and discussion before I could finally get the courage to set up the appointment, let alone walk in. Please don’t treat me like just another number, or worse, like I am a criminal just because I am asking for your help.
If you see me in line at the food bank, don’t assume that I’m lazy. I am currently working three jobs, while still trying to hold together a marriage and co-parent two children, both of whom have emotional problems.
If you run into me at the movies or a restaurant, don’t assume I am wasting money and no wonder I’m poor. I have become the queen of coupons, special deals and promoting. I could be mystery shopping or doing a review for a sponsor.
Believe it or not, I have a life, a very satisfying one, that has nothing to do with being poor, or nearly homeless. I have friends and family whom I love and enjoy spending time with. I have a career I am proud of and sometimes I want to pinch myself for how lucky I am. Being poor is just one small part of me. It does not make me less of a person.