For a while now, I have been thinking about how people in America take for granted our good life. Not everyone has a good life, but some people have welfare.
I grew up with next to nothing and remember my mother making skirts and blouses for me and my sister out of bags that held the grain we fed the chickens. We were so pleased and proud to have them. I worked and brought up two sons on a nurse’s aide pay.
I’ve seen people throw perfectly good clothes and other items into the garbage. I wondered why these things weren’t donated to a charity for people who have been burned out or fallen on hard times.
Oh, that’s right, some people get help from us in the form of welfare if they fall on hard times.
Peggy GallantWinslow
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