We can’t save everyone. But when an opportunity presents where you have every ability to help someone, and choose not to, simply because “I worked for what I have”, well, that’s something else.
I’ve never seen either of my parents give a dime to a beggar on the street.
Never seen them volunteer in “the ghetto”
Never seen them do much of anything to help anyone if it wasn’t tax deductible.
The “pulled myself up by my bootstraps” mentality.
My father’s parents paid for his education and for his first house downpayment.
My mother’s parents paid for their wedding.
My dad’s parents provided free babysitting constantly.
My uncle funded my mother starting her business.
But “no one helped them with anything and they earned it all”.
When i was drugged to high heaven on anti-psychotics, anti-convulsants, and everything else they had me on, I paid my own healthcare. Paid all my own bills except rent. Making $9 an hour. I was shamed for “not saving”.
They “couldn’t afford” to help me.
But they paid my brother’s legal bills on his DUI.
Paid for him to “play professional hockey”
And financially supported him living away from home. He’s 28. Still no college degree.
I guess I was just supposed to take the pills and say thank you for the trauma and not also making me homeless.
All the best.
Kelsey
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