I just discovered another, older blog post with the same title as our recent series on Being Poor. It's a different approach, but still a valuable insight into the way the 'other half' live- and sometimes that 'other half' is the people in the pew next to yours, at the grocery store in front of you, and in your homeschool group.
Writer John Scalzi over at 'Whatever,' writes a long list of what being poor means. I agree with most of the things on his list, and certainly, this no nonsense list goes a long way toward explaining to those who have never experienced it just how limiting it is to be poor at times. Here's a few I thought particularly brilliant and poignant- and I've experienced most of these, or something quite similar:
Being poor is hoping the toothache goes away.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Being poor is going to the restroom before you get in the school lunch line so your friends will be ahead of you and won't hear you say "I get free lunch" when you get to the cashier. (DHM: I understand school lunch programs have changed now so this doesn't happen)
Being poor is a heater in only one room of the house. (DHM: we've kept the heat so low that water froze in our bedroom at night, and we learned to sleep with wool caps on to maximize body heat- did you know that most of your body heat leaves through your head?)
Being poor is hoping your kids don't have a growth spurt.
Being poor is feeling the glued soles tear off your supermarket shoes when you run around the playground.
Being poor is a bathtub you have to empty into the toilet. (DHM: or having to use a bucket because your sweet elderly Christian landlady won't call a plumber on the weekend, and you can't afford to make waves by complaining)
Being poor is the police busting into the apartment right next to yours. [DHM or being the one to call the police because while you were up late with a croupy baby you looked out your window and spotted a car theft in progress]
Being poor is needing that 35-cent raise.
Being poor is six dollars short on the utility bill and no way to close the gap.
Being poor is crying when you drop the mac and cheese on the floor.
Being poor is a six-hour wait in an emergency room with a sick child asleep on your lap.
Being poor is having to live with choices you didn't know you made when you were 14 years old.
Being poor is a lumpy futon bed. (DHM: or the floor)
Being poor is people who have never been poor wondering why you choose to be so.
Being poor is knowing how hard it is to stop being poor.
Being poor is seeing how few options you have.
Being poor is running in place.
Every item on that list is something I can relate to, something true, something hard. But then there were some other things on the list I couldn't relate to. I snipped them off. You can read them at the original if you like, but they are not necessarily family friendly. I can't relate to them. Stealing from somebody else was never an option, no matter how poor we were. Trading immoral acts for bread was not even something we considered.
A third category of items on the list are things I don't think are about being poor- they're about being smart or stupid, or having an inappropriate sense of entitlement. Here's what I mean:
Being poor is getting angry at your kids for asking for all the crap they see on TV.
You've got a t.v.? Man, sell it if you're poor. Television is not a need, and your kids do need to learn not to ask for all the junk they see on television whether you're poor or wealthy.
Being poor is knowing exactly how much everything costs.
That's also being smart.
Being poor is coming back to the car with your children in the back seat, clutching that box of Raisin Bran you just bought and trying to think of a way to make the kids understand that the box has to last.
Buying Raisin Bran is not something poor people should be doing. Oatmeal, cornmeal mush, french toast, bread pudding- these things are all much cheaper than Raisin Bran and more filling, too. Nobody is 'owed' Raisin Bran, and if you're poor, you need to be spending your small amount of money much more wisely than this.
Being poor is stopping the car to take a lamp from a stranger's trash.
We still do this. This isn't being poor, it's being smart and frugal.
Being poor is off-brand toys.
Being poor is never buying anything someone else hasn't bought first.
Being poor is picking the 10 cent ramen instead of the 12 cent ramen because that's two extra packages for every dollar.
Each of these things are about being smart spenders, losing the sense of entitlement, and growing past your culture. Off-brand toys? Try used toys from a yard sale and home made play dough. IT's smart to get two extra packages for every dollar. If you applied this mindset to everything you did, some day you just might not be poor anymore.
Being poor is knowing you really shouldn't spend that buck on a Lotto ticket.
Being poor and stupid is buying it anyway. Being poor and smart is knowing better.
Being poor is making sure you don't spill on the couch, just in case you have to give it back before the lease is up.
This is being poor and not too wise and a little bit unimaginative. Being poor and smart is doing without the couch or picking one up from the roadside, at a yard sale, or a thrift shop.
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All that said, I'd like to stress, again, that the hardest thing about being poor is that you have absolutely no margin for error, and human beings, rich and poor, are prone to error. Those with money in the bank, comfortable jobs, and good cars can make a foolish financial decision. They can blow a hundred dollars on new clothes or a new electronic toy, and it just means fewer lattes that month, or maybe not going to eat once or twice when you might otherwise.
When you're poor, you use exactly the same level of thoughtlessness to spend a mere one dollar on a lotto ticket- and that might mean you don't pay the electric bill and your power gets turned off, and then your milk goes bad, and then you need to spend more money for groceries, and that sets you back even further, and then, and then, and then...
It's a rapid spiral down, but a grueling, hard climb back up.
In order to break free of that spiral you have to change your entire outlook about what is fair and what is not, what you deserve and what you do not. You have to change your attitude first so that you don't see an unexpected ten dollars as permission to go to the movies, but rather as a chance to pay more on a bill, or put extra gas in the car, or buy ten dollars worth of an incredible sale item at the grocery store so that you can get ahead in the grocery bill later. You have to escape your cultural expectations, if you're American in particular, about living standards and just how much consumerism is really necessary. The best tool for escaping poverty is the adjustment of your own point of view.
But you also have to have a few breaks- somebody fills up your tank without telling you, or drops off a bag of groceries anonymously, or leaves a twenty on your kitchen counter, or invites you over to dinner a few times, or buys diapers for the baby, or notices that your shoes have holes in them and so gives you a gift certificate to the shoe store, or somebody tells you how much she loves doing yard sales, but hates to go alone, so would you come with her (thus saving you gas)- a small break like these can help you pull ahead, providing you've adjusted your thinking so that you apply these breaks properly.
Bonnet Tip to BoardGameMadness for the link to Scalzi's blog.
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This post submitted to Mudville Gazette's regular open post feature.
Updated to bring in links to the previous posts in this series:
Part one is here.
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Redux
Readers may also be interested in 'Do Foodstamps Make You Fat?'
Or By An Ironic Coincidence, the first in a series of posts on emergency food preparation on a budget
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Too many people who really know me have heard this, but here it is anyway.
20 years ago if you had . . .
Hot and cold running water.
Motorized transportaion of any kind.
A radio of any kind.
You were in the top three percent of the worlds richest.
By the Grace of God I am wealthy!
There were times when I was broke, but as someone pointed out in the comments of the link, I was never "poor."
I had family.
I had friends.
In fact, I had a large number of people who would have given me help had I asked for it. I'm glad we didn't have to ask for very much— it was pretty much lodging with parents at one point and lodging with friends at another (okay, it was me at one location and Evil Rob at the other— but the job he got on that trip has given us MASSIVE benefits down the line.)
We will certainly offer such assistance if needed, and are thankful that our friends share the mindset of "you pay when you can, and nobody keeps score."
That reminds me, I need to look into a Christmas gift for one of them who just got laid off at her ungrateful job (who promptly advertised for a more qualified person to work for less.) She's wonderfully employable but (naturally) dejected, and deserves a well-paying job that appreciates her... and lots of presents at Christmas because she's always so giving herself.
(And the only reason that I'm thinking of it this far out is because as a chronic procrastinator when it comes to mailing items, if I don't do it now she'll get it next July.)
Oh, and in the spirit of the linked thread, I'd like to say that no longer being poor is smashing up the car when a hit-and-run driver blows through a stop sign, and realizing that you can easily afford the deductable on the car even if (as seems likely from subsequent events) the other driver was uninsured.
And it's also good to walk away from a wreck with nary a bruise because you had it good enough to get an up-to-date car with good safety features, and to know that your paid-up medical insurance doesn't even require a look.
(It didn't even ruin my day. I think I surprised the oh-so-helpful passersby with my general good cheer.)
Agree with you about the raisin bran and all that...Amy Dacyczyn says that if you're in debt and still have cable TV, you just haven't gotten it yet.
A lot of what's being described in that list comes down to worry, fear, and lack of control; and to me that's one of the big differences between poverty and what we might call a typical one-income-frugal-make-do-"we're doing all right" lifestyle (though as I've pointed out before, the income levels of those two may be about the same).
Sometimes real poverty can even co-exist with contentment; and sometimes we have no idea how good we have it even if we don't have everything we want (bonnet tip to the Headmaster). Ponytails and I just finished reading On the Banks of Plum Creek, which is about Laura's pioneering family trying to get ahead by sheer hard work but getting thwarted by natural disasters (grasshoppers eating up all the crops, blizzards, and prairie fires). All through this book Laura keeps pointing out things like how clean and sunny their house was and how amazing it was to have their own private loft, how wonderful it was to have other children over for a party and serve them fried balls of dough and all the milk they could hold (and it was such GOOD milk), how much fun it was to play in the creek...this is in obvious contrast to Nellie, the storekeeper's child who got all the candy and toys she wanted, wouldn't share with anyone, and probably never noticed if the sun was coming through the windows and lighting up the floor.
And I'm sure Nellie's father didn't play the fiddle for them at night, or get hugged to death when he came home after being almost lost in a blizzard.
Hi, I just found your blog and this thread. Thanks a million. I printed it out and will read it in depth later.
I disagree that I am not poor as long as I have family and love. As much as I appreciate those things and value them immensely, they do not put food on the table. They do not heat our home - we live in Canada where it gets extremely cold.
I could so relate to the $10 church social that will break my pocket book but that everyone else can afford. I will also say that it is very very hard to ask for assistance. Even if it is offered, we rarely accept. Why? Becuase the few times we have accepted, the offer of assistance came with the judgement that we were lazy (there fore poor) or we were poor managers (stupid, and blew out money uselessly.) Neither case was true.
We have found great comfort in the word of God, in I Samuel, in the prayer of Hannah where she prophetically prays that God has made both the rich and the poor.
It might just be me, but I see a huge chasm of disbelief and non-understanding between those who have and those who have not. Those who have love to preach "we live in a good country and nobody should be poor here."
We live 50 kms from work - from a very good job infact. Why do we live so far from work (city job) is because the further out from the city you live, the cheaper the property. So we, by necessity, need a car. I wish I could be happy with food and clothing - therewith to be content. But we also need transportation.
I think of this often - and I'm not so much talking as thinking out loud.
Is being poor a ligitimate state of being or is it a curse from which one fights? Can one ligitimately be without necessities, or are they accessible for all, you just have to know how?
These are real questions. I vasilate between being content and exciting about making do - to being angry that I climb up hill all day while others live life and acquire necessities so effortlessly.
Is our goal only to work towards the food for today alone. Or are we to work towards providing in the future. Should we save for the future, or live for the day and trust God for tomorrow? Is it unbelief that makes one want to save for retirement? People around me are working towards: having one working reliable vehicle, having a house paid off, health care, education, clothing without holes, warmth and heat in the winter. Are these wrong goals? If I lived in Thailand, I could walk around barefoot in a tonga thing. Men in shorts. But I live in this country where we wear several layers of clothing and footwear is a must, and wood and fleece clothing is what get us through the winter.
I just talked to a good friend living in Mass. who told me that their state regulates that there cannot be more than two children pre bedroom in the house. Ok, now the stakes have risen. We are not talking Laura Ingalls anymore, making do, putting on extra woolens, etc. We are living in a world that has made it illegal to be poor - live in a small house.
So I come back to the social pressures we live under. They are in church , in the community. It's tough.
I have lots of questions, few answers, but hold my hand steady to the plow and am content with my lot. (as long as I am wearing blinders) We have it good in many ways, but I live in a world that constantly reminds me how poor I am. It's very wearing at times.
Hi, Grace, and welcome! Hope to see you comment again.
I am not sure that BDurbin meant you weren't poor if you had friends or family- I think she meant she wasn't really poor because she had friends and family *who would help her*.
You ask a lot of good and interesting questions. Personally, I do not think it is showing a lack of trust to save for tomorrow- sometimes that saving puts us in a position to help others out.
I agree that it can be very, very wearing and tearing on the spirit to constantly have to watch every single penny, and there is a divide between the haves and have nots. Quite often the haves just don't understand. But I would also say that sometimes the have nots can be a bit over sensitive.
We were members of a church with many millionaires for a while when we were quite poor. At one point my husband did have to ask somebody for assistance to put gas in our car. Ten dollars would have done it. The person we asked gave us ten times what we asked and refused to let us pay him back, thank him, or even tell anybody. All he asked, he said, was that someday if we were in a position to help somebody, we think of him and do what we could. Very moving.
The interesting thing is that I'd made some assumptions about those millionaires that weren't necessarily accurate.
I don't want to negate, though, that it is very hard to be poor in our two countries, and our culture does raise the bar.
Personally, I think the law, if it is a law, in Mass, is unconstitutional and ought to be challenged in court.
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