Author: burns32

Mother of three adorable children, battling to survive poverty and trying to keep my families morale up while trying to stay sane myself. If you wish to ease our suffering and want to donate, please use paypal details -burnedette.boden@gmail.com

POVERTY

What’s the point, why am I here? When every day is just a battle to survive, nothing to look forward to, no dreams, no goals…..

Poverty is like an incurable disease, no matter how hard your try, you just can’t beat it, it’s everywhere….

It’s in the shack that you live in, it’s in the 31 year old piece of hazardous junk that you have to drive, it’s in the hand me downs that you have to force your children to wear….

Poverty robs you of everything until there’s nothing left of you, it happens very slowly, until one day when you finally decide, that you’ve had enough….POVERTY

What’s the purpose?

Why is it so hard to get your head above water, once poverty has sunk it’s claws into you?

Just when you think that now you can breathe for a while, things start to break and it snowball out of control in the blink of an eye.

Will it ever get better, because I’ve experienced that no amount of hard work will ever bring in enough to rectify everything that needs to be fixed or paid or bought.

Does miracles exist? For others maybe, but it seems to pass us by.

The only thing that would safe us will have to be a decent amount of resources donated by an Philanthropist.

Poverty the sword over our heads.

Seemingly endless continuation of poverty. Once a person falls below a certain level of resourcefulness, a chain of events starts to occur that tends to perpetuate the situation: progressively lower levels of education and training leading to lack of employment opportunities, leading to battle for survival, leading to shattered health, early death, and breakup of family, leading to even bleaker future for the next generation … and so on. This cycle continues until someone intervenes by providing worthwhile means (not handouts) for people to climb out of destitution, and by ensuring children’s health and education.

POVERTY…….

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I am trying my utmost best, to get all the help a mother can get from anywhere in the world, just to give my children a place to call home, a place to feel safe, a place they can be proud of, a place where they can invite their friends over so that they can grow up normal, not in poverty like we have been living the past 6 years. They should grow up with dreams and goals to be whatever they want to be…..and they deserve that. We desperately need to be happy……