When I ran out of gas on side of the road recently, I had a frustrating experience. I called roadside assistance and spent 20 minutes on the phone with them getting set up to have them bring me 3 gallons of gas. Turns out the idiot woman was sending the gas to my home address and not to where I was STRANDED ON SIDE OF THE DAMN ROAD!
I hung up on her FURIOUS and got out the truck and started walking. It was broad daylight and we were right near an exit.
A truck had pulled over and turned the corner and was waiting for me to round the curve of the exit. The woman driving got out and yelled across the median to me holding up a gas can. I yelled to her to meet me at the gas station. When I got to the gas station, she was there and I walked in to use the ATM to get cash to give her because I never have cash. I got $40 and planned to give her $20.
I put gas in the gas can and my cousin and I got in the car with her mother and her young son. The vehicle had seen better days many, many years ago but I was grateful. I folded up the $20 to give her. They were on their way back from the hospital where the mother had to get her tube "un-backed up" from being on dialysis. They'd been there since uber early in the morning waiting on the mother to be seen. Turns out the poor woman hadn't had any type of bowel movements for quite some time and had been in pain.
The drive took us about 5 minutes to get back on the interstate and loop around to get us back to my vehicle. I was listening to the mother talk and noticed their car was on 'E'. *sigh* They were talking...I was listening. The more they shared...the more I felt some kinda way and well...I ended up giving them the $40 and wishing I'd have taken out more cash to give them.
The mother's eyes got big when I reached out the $40 and said, "Oh my God, baby...you don't know how much of a blessing this $40 is going to be to us."
Here is how I see it...even though they were about to run out of gas themselves...they still helped out a stranger on side of the road. THAT touched me. We were both basically in the same boat...but they were willing to help anyway. Those people were blessing ME...but felt I was blessing THEM with the $40. That hurt me and I felt like crying about the unfairness of it all.
I don't know what in the hell is going on with me lately but honestly...I'm just feeling some kinda way about life. About the haves and the have-nots and why some people can't seem to catch a break that could change their lives and how other people who have had every single opportunity in life and have never had the struggles of the poor...can not care if those without their opportunities are helped or not. It's like...if they don't have to see it directly...it doesn't matter and they can sit up somewhere perfectly comfortable without a care in the world and make decisions on poor people's lives never attempting to TRULY consider the shoes those people are standing in.
Yeah...something is going on with me. I don't know what...but my insides are branching out into something I can't put my finger on just yet.
I have a friend whose parents paid for her college and master's degrees. They paid her living expenses and gave her a cash allowance while she took an unpaid internship in New York. She lived in a nice, safe apartment. When she did get a job...she still couldn't afford to pay her rent on her own so her parents continued to pay it for her. When she got married, they paid for the wedding. Her husband's parents gave them a house as a wedding present.
A HOUSE. A nice house.
They lived in the house until their second child and they sold it for a great amount and used that money to buy their next lovely home, only needing to finance a small portion of the house amount to the point where I doubt it was even a mortgage situation. It was probably simply a short term loan with an excellent interest rate.
My friend doesn't know financial struggle...but she doesn't live in a bubble where she isn't aware of it and really...how could you. Live in a bubble that is. In the age of information. These things bother her too and she helps in any way she can in impactful ways.
I'm terribly bothered these days and have been for a while by things I see, hear and KNOW are going on in the world. I'm terribly bothered that people believe empathy for those different from themselves means you can't have family values.
I'm reminded of a thought I had recently while reading about a conservative politician's views...
Must be nice to worry so much about a baby not even here yet knowing you'd never have to worry about feeding, clothing, educating and entertaining one of your own. Must be nice having the best healthcare in the world locked in while letting the insurance company deny poor people insurance for pre-existing conditions they can't afford to get treated without insurance. Must be nice telling folks education is the key when we all know GOOD education is rare in economically strapped areas. Must be nice...must be nice...must be nice...
And I hate the saying "must be nice."
Must be nice to not allow this kind of stuff to bother you at all.