I recall being shocked by the sight of homeless people. (I still am.) Stories of homeless children tear at my emotions. I can imagine the anguish of parents unable to provide for their basic needs.
When I read news reports of cuts to food stamps--demanded by wealthy, mostly Republican politicians--I am repulsed. What happened to the country of my birth? Is there no shame or pity? This reminds me of stories by Charles Dickens. I wonder what happened to progress and human evolution. Both seemed to have missed the United States, a country plagued by supposedly Christian people.
I attended a school, whose patron saint was a guy called Martin. I recall a large painting of him cutting his cloak for a poor peasant hanging in the dining hall. This image confronted me each day at mealtime. I have no idea if this affected my social tendencies, but I have sympathy with the less-fortunate. Perhaps, all those politicians that swear a bible should check out the contents. And, if they have, they should not be so hypocritical, insensitive, and greedy.
I wrote a few days ago speculating about the possibility of India and the United States switching places. The following article gives some evidence to that theory.
It is a very disturbing article for anyone that has grown up in the United States and enjoyed opportunities easily available in the past. I cannot imagine having to endure such a fate. What do you tell your children? I could handle personal hardship and sacrifice, but I could not endure having to deny basics to my family and watching them suffer. People that grow up in poverty suffer, but they do not suffer the additional burden of loss and knowledge of what comfort can be like.
I have always been disturbed by the sight of homeless people in the United States. I pity these poor people.