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Yep, growing up in a poverty/working class home there was no shortage of “simplicity” as in simply not have medical/dental care to fix the hurt we can’t afford, the simplicity of rechecking the amount of rice and milk and other foods to make sure it lasts when 5 days away from payday, the simplicity of praying no rig will break down or that you don’t get sick with what is going around at work (knowing you will be penalized for calling in). Ahhh the simple life.

We are Nickeled and Dimed the worst as a “class” (aren’t classes for teaching? so sick of that word “class” it denotes nothing) and more people in the position of being poor and working are so worn and weary that succumbing to any creature comfort is a luxury we are rarely afforded.

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