About once a month, my husband and I visit a local food bank. In case it's not clear, we are the recipients. The people who run this food bank are generally sweet folks who, even though they do this food bank out of Christian religious beliefs, have never once imposed their beliefs on us.
A brief examination of the food is interesting. It's as if the USDA wants us to get fat and develop diabetes -- ramen, macaroni and cheese, Jiffy muffin mix with lard, cereal. Even in the rest of the food bank, they can't give us enough bread. The fresh produce is from the bottom of the barrel. Is this what poor people deserve? Is there a weakness in us that we can't afford the fillet mignon? If we weren't so lazy, if we were go getters, we wouldn't be in this situation, right?
I'm grateful for the food bank, and I don't want to be poor the rest of my life. But the help that's given seems to be a transaction that compels me to accept some shame.
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