I have been hungry. There were four months of my life (detailed below) when I had a very small income and (yes, it’s a cliché,) medical bills. Relatives and friends of mine have been hungry. Here, I present our stories, with names of my friends and relatives changed.
In all these cases (including mine,) none of us sought help. Neither I nor people I knew went to a food bank or signed up for government assistance. We sure as heck didn’t tell anybody until years after the fact. Quite honestly, I blushed and shook the whole time I typed this diary, and I considered not posting it for a week.
It’s mortifying, in the deathly sense of the word, to admit that you can’t even feed yourself or your family.
This is why I’m asking people to plant a garden. People will refuse to go to charities and ask for help. They will not refuse a big bag of heirloom tomatoes, lettuce, butter beans, peas, spinach, bell peppers, and squash from your garden, especially if you humbly ask them to take this embarrassing, over-planted bounty off your hands.
These intimate, terrible stories (below the fold) are why you should do what you can to help.
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