The Importance Of Poverty In My Life

I am now able to breakeven-and then some, occasionally- when it comes to my bank account. However, it hasn’t always been this way. Growing up, income was a struggle to come by in my household. With a father who wasn’t present, and a mother who had 4 children, rent, traveling expenses, and student loans to consider, money didn’t come easy. Poverty has taught me understanding. I knew at an early age just how hard bills, and living can be to pay. I witnessed my mom struggle,and I personally felt the effects of low income well. Poverty is stressful. Poverty has also taught me patience. I knew at a young age, that I couldn’t always get what I wanted if what I wanted involved money. I was happy, and familiar with the dollar a toy aisle. I was used to having the cheapest shampoos, and toiletries that could be found. School supplies were always cheap and met the minimal needs. Clothing was always bought from the cheapest brand, or company. If times were

Fortunately, my mom, along with many families I know, received food stamps to help with essentials for the house. When my grandparents came back into the picture of my mom’s life, they helped cover my mom’s bills when she came up short. Many of mine and my siblings gifts came from our appartments management that allotted a food box, and twenty dollars to each child one apartment. Every year when school supplies shopping, we went to a local community center that gave away free backpacks full of basic school supplies for those who lived in low income housing. Me and my siblings had the luxury- to me a huge gift- to be able to do a few weeks of gymnastics, hip hop dance class, and horseriding training. Those short programs were only made possible by my grandad’s help. My mother was sure to emphasize about how much of a gift my grandad was giving us. Poverty is