Back during the "good old days" when both of us were working full time, I used to wonder why people on welfare didn't just "get a job" and stop mooching off the government. The very least they could do was to finish their education and TRY to make something of themselves. It infuriated me because I worked with children and over 90% of their parents were receiving government assistance. And those parents kept reproducing, leaving the state to pick up the tab. Why couldn't these people just get off the gravy train and do something for themselves and quit abusing the system?
I'm ashamed to say I actually thought those things. If our experience from plenty to lean has taught me anything, it is most certainly compassion and humility. I really feel in my heart that the Lord has humbled me through this experience.
It never occured to me that perhaps some people had disabilities that prevented them from working. And then I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis and diabetes. In my thirties.
It never occured to me that not everyone was given the upbringing that I experienced. My parents worked hard and always made sure I had the best of everything. I was fed, clothed, and given a higher education in a loving, Christian home.
It never occured to me that one financial blow in the form of no insurance in a health crisis could literally wipe a family out financially.
It never occured to me at all because all of my life I had been taken care of. Born into care. That's something I took for granted for all of my life until this experience. My shame over this has moved me to tears more than once this week. How could I have been so callous? What in the world made me think I was so much better because I was educated and had a well-paying job? Who did I think I was?
All I can say is I am glad I am no longer that person.