I have recently been chatting online with a very inspiring woman who wrote to me the following sentences in her second post – “We’ve got to bring love & joy to this life, and pass it on to others! All we can do is encourage others with positive ness - we ARE Survivors, and now we need to be there for the others that are in our OLD torn up shoes.” Little did I know that these words were being shared from a mother of two who has multiple sclerosis who spends her days (including weekends) doing surveys in order to make extra money for her family. Her messages are always filled with upbeat words of gratitude for her life and what she has and a willingness to help others.
This reminded me of a recent post that I saw from a woman who was arguing that we should be giving money and benefits to those who are here illegally and never worked a single day in their lives in this country. She feels that not to do so is being racists and imperialistic. She believes that everyone is entitled to these things even if they are able-bodied because this is the United States. I did respond to her and would like to share that post with you now.
For as long as I can remember, I have had to work for everything that I have. When I was young, I got shipped off to my aunt and uncle’s place for the summer. They had an orchard and I was the one who had to pick the strawberries and raspberries, etc. because the migrant workers wouldn’t do it. They only wanted to pick the fruit off of the trees. They were provided with housing, food and wages. I had a bedroom in which to stay but after I got done picking berries in the morning that went to the market to be sold, I had to do all of the ‘backbreaking” housework, too. I received no money and if I were fortunate, my aunt would make me some popcorn as a treat in the evening.
From the time I was 12, I worked for a neighbor doing bookkeeping until I was 16 and started working every day after school, Monday and Friday ni
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