How poverty changes your mindset
I hate seeing people&#x27;s comments on stories around this topic. I grew up in poverty and food stamps from time to time. My dad was a roughneck and when the oil bust happened in the 80&#x27;s there was a time we lived out of our car -- my whole family. here was literally nothing to do in the oil patch during that bust. There was literally no work. But people don&#x27;t understand true hopelessness. My dad did everything he could to find a job during that time... for three months time we hardly had any food I guess because it wasn&#x27;t easy to get on the program fast back then. Those that come out of a dire situation think everyone else can.<p>The ramifications of that happening to my dad will probably last multiple generations. He went from a loving father to a loathsome troll of a creature working nights in a oil refinery (I thought at the time) finally. From that my mom and dad divorced.  My wife doesn&#x27;t understand why I have severe dentals problems now in life, or other health issues that doctors told me are from stress. She doesn&#x27;t understand why I stress so much about money and stay up at night.<p>I don&#x27;t know why I&#x27;m saying all this the solution is simple but the problem is hard to acknowledge. The poor and destitute simply need help. We live in a society though that thinks someone else is going to take care of the problems. When we do finally give help it&#x27;s so conditional and shamed that the hole of guilt someone fell in is practically inescapable.