This Is What Happened When I Drove My Mercedes To Pick Up Food Stamps
Did the title catch your attention? Have you been there or are you someone who, at times, 'sees' and believes…We have all heard the stories – 'welfare schemes.' And what would you say if you only knew? Life delivers a lot of lessons. Listen; forgo lectures. Learn before you leap.
Sara Bareilles played softly through the surround-sound speakers of my husband’s 2003 Mercedes Kompressor as I sat idling at a light. I’d never been to this church before, but I could see it from where I was, across from an old park, abandoned in the chilly September air. The clouds hung low as I pulled the sleek, pewter machine into the lot. But I wasn’t going to pray or attend services. I was picking up food stamps.
Even then, I couldn’t quite believe it. This wasn’t supposed to happen to people like me.
In college, I studied biology and journalism. I worked for good money at a local hospital, which afforded me empathyeducates – This Is What Happened When I Drove My Mercedes To Pick Up Food Stamps: