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This I Believe: The Power of Giving is Greater than the Power of Receiving

The Power of Giving is Greater than the Power of Receiving

Growing up in a single parent family is no easy feat as has often been said by those who have experienced it first hand, or seen it happen to others, be it family, friends or neighbors. Solely juggling between earning a livelihood, taking care of the children, and taking care of the house chores all come with their fair share of fatigue. There is always the tendency to concentrate on some at the expense of others. This was the situation in which I grew up and things were not easy for any of us. My mother did not have a stable source of income, and with the ever hefty bills to pay, feeding the family of two became an impossible task.

In my childhood, my mother was on welfare and I clearly recall the kind of life we lived. Those living in the neighborhood were not in any different situations. More than half of the households were on welfare from the government, which represented a vital lifeline for the beneficiaries. The Government programs, which included SNAP, SSI, housing assistance, and cash assistance, among others, were able to keep us out of poverty. Owing to the fact that families enrolled in the public programs tend to spend less than 50 percent of the amount spent by families not enrolled, our lifestyle was a little less fulfilling. It was as simple as it could get with outings, fancy food, and birthday parties being somewhat foreign events in the neighborhood. We spent much of the money on food, housing, and transportation, since these were the most important items on the budget. We spent almost nothing on things deemed to be luxuries, such as eating out and entertainment.

Life was difficult and I longed to complete school, grow up, and leave the neighborhood. My developing caring and giving nature gave me the illusion that I could also leave with all the people living there, and everyone would finally live a better life. However, things did not turn out as planned, as I dropped out of school at 16. Life outside school was not easy because I could no longer entirely depend on my mother for everything. I had to devise ways of making money to cater for my personal expenses. All this time though, we were still on welfare and still struggling to survive without it. Life as a struggling teenager was not blissful, and my need for escapism led me to marriage at the young age of 19, as a single young man without any responsibilities would have given way to involvement in vices including drugs, crime or even gang involvement. I believed that marriage would be my gateway to freedom, happiness, and financial independence, not to mention some form of responsibility.

 I believed that the love my wife and I had for one another would be adequate to solve all our life problems and get rid of all the scars accumulated in the years. It did not matter that she hailed from the neighborhood, and that her family had been on welfare alongside mine. I believed that together, we could just work out a miracle and get us out of that nightmare.

A couple of months into our marriage, our daughter was born. Life had not changed for the better and Carrie and I were on welfare assistance for the pregnancy and food stamps, WIC. It was at this point that I realized just how difficult it was for parents, especially male parents, having to depend on the well wishers to feed and provide for their families. As a child, one does not fully understand the impact of collecting handouts to feed the family; it gives a parent the feeling of inadequacy, incompetence, and uselessness. Ridicule and mockery from others not enrolled for the programs also come as part of the package; these worsen the pain of the inability to adequately provide for one’s own family.

The experience made me believe in the act of making a difference in the lives of other people. The social workers I interacted with at this point of my life made me realize just how important it was to handle the needy with care. I understood that they are vulnerable and any signs of mistreatment or mishandling could result in some drastic behavior, which could even be fatal. A parent made to feel inadequate to care for their children could go to the extent of taking their lives to escape the ridicule. This made be believe that caring for people, being a generous person, and being ready to help them could make a difference in the lives of the larger community.

My journey with social workers did not end with the birth of our daughter. At 21, I joined the air force where, again, we were approved for the food stamps and WIC. Currently, I have a daughter aged 25, who receives welfare assistance and WIC. My younger daughter, who has a baby, also receives welfare assistance and food stamps. This is evidence enough of my experience with the system, which has been of great help to me as well as my family.

I believe in helping, caring, and giving to others. Through other people’s help, care, and giving, I have been able to live my life. My family has been able to grow and bring up children decently, and I believe that through me, the attitude and culture shall make a difference in the lives of others in the future.

I believe that the power of giving is greater than that of receiving.      

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