“I need cash maybe 50 bucks,” he said and waived a plastic card in front of me. I had seen the young man before; he lived just a few houses down the street with an older lady.
“I give you my food stamp card and you can go grocery shopping with it and pay me back in cash afterwards,” he said and I really didn’t know what to say.
“What do you need the money for?” I asked, just because I can have some highly stupid moments.
He didn’t answer, just turned around and left. That was the first time he had stopped by my workshop, but it wasn’t the last. He came by once in a while and tried to trade his food stamp money for cash.
“I live with my Mom; she buys the groceries,” he explained. Then why not give her the card I thought, but didn’t say it. I had a hunch and I was right. He was a junkie, couldn’t hold a job, because he was hooked on crystal meth. I know that because I called the cops a few times, when I got tired of watching drug deals going on in our street.
He is not the only one. Each and every time I look for a helper I place an ad in local newspaper or online. I get numerous calls; many are looking for a part time job.
“I am on disability, you need to pay me under the table,” I can’t even count how many times I have heard the same sentence…over and over. Just the form of government help seems to vary, the rest is just standard.
“I don’t want to lose that money,” that’s a statement I have heard over and over as well and each and every time I feel my blood boiling.
Disability, Food stamps, Well fare and Medicaid, you name it. All of these programs get abused by so many and we do nothing, we just seem to continue paying.
Don’t get me wrong, I believe in helping people. I believe in all these programs, but I am tired of people who abuse the system in any form and way.
There is a scene in Cinderella Man, when Russell Crowe goes back to the welfare department after he won a fight and he pays the money back that they gave him when he needed it. I love that scene, because it shows character and personality.
Even a good friend of mine, who had a liver transplant last year, decided that he just loves the free money and works now under the radar, “I am trying to stay on it until I retire…I earned it,” he says and I have a hard time biting my tongue. He is so blessed and so fortunate to be in good health again, why does he have to milk the system? And what makes people think they earned it?
It is not up to me to judge people, but I wish there would be one politician –just one- who would finally stand up and declare that we need to look into it. He or she would get my vote that’s for sure.
I feel like we are giving out money left and right and quite often overlook the ones that really need it.
I would have lost my job, if I would have failed a drug test and I knew it. I understood it and accepted it and now I have the same principle in my workroom. My workroom is an alcohol and drug free work environment. My shop – my rules, if one can’t live with it…well, that’s too bad.
Why do we give drug addicts food stamp money? “They would steal if they wouldn’t get the money,” someone once explained to me.
Hello, newsflash…they steal anyway!
I wish we would help the ones that need help, like the older people who are too proud to ask for help and suffer summer after summer without A/C; or the single Mom who works three jobs, because she never saw a dime of child support. Many are falling through the cracks!
I am tired of the way we help, if I may say so.
And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.— John F. Kennedy, inauguration address, January 1961.