I understand this makes me an insensitive cretin, but I wish collections would be taken up for those of us in dire need, but not having some dread disease. It seems that’s the only time people are willing to help – even a dollar or two – if that’s all they can do.
Terrible diseases and disaster compel people to give, perhaps as a bulwark against ever facing that illness or circumstance themselves, paying it forward, in a sense, or maybe just as a caring human being, but only willing to help when the need is life or death, and not just poverty’s scourge.
Poverty is viewed as self-inflicted, so less worthy of help – especially from a stranger.
Disaster impels us in a way that ‘ordinary’ trouble doesn’t.
Except, I have a friend who has always been there in my darkest hours, offering hope, if not some tangible sustenance, and I’ve been that for her as well, but as both of us have been in deep poverty, we can never offer more than a bandage, even if those stop-gap measures have helped us through many extra-rough patches.
I don’t want a terrible illness, and I wish for those people to get well – and I’m grateful that people give to defray medical costs, or other ease for those sufferers.
A champion is required for me, as it’s seen as gauche to plead on your own behalf.
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