Looking back on an essay written by Jo Goodwin Parker entitled “What is Poverty? This I know. How does a person not stop, help, and get involved with this epidemic we call poverty? Jo Goodwin Parker speaks-up for poverty stricken America and unanswered pleas for help. What good is medicine if it’s only for those with healthcare? We glutton ourselves daily not only with food but also with over-priced clothing, shoes, handbags, and driving fancy imported cars from Germany. What is poverty? It’s you and me, silently turning our backs on our neighbors, and walking away, while we ignore the cries of babies, and yet you’ll find us sipping our $3.00 and $4.00 lattes every morning. I know how they feel. I once was one of them. Yes, I walked with Jo and countless others going through the realism of poverty, and felt the despair, hurt and shame, the stigma which “Big Brother” labeled us with. I lived in an apartment with no running utilities, I had a refrigerator with no food or meats, and I washed my families clothing in my tub every evening praying it wouldn’t rain at night so my husband would have clean, dry clothing for work the next day. Be careful, poverty has no boundaries, nor prejudice.
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