Am I channeling Bill Clinton circa-1992? It seems that way. In the past two days, I have filed paperwork with the local Girl Scout council for grants for four people to attend trips with my Girl Scout troop. Three of the grants were for girls; the fourth was for my co-leader.
The stories are all the same, and exceedingly sad. In one family, the father is deceased and the mother hasn’t worked in months. In another family, the mother was the breadwinner of the family and the father is a freelance photographer. The mother was laid off several months ago, and lost health insurance for the family in the process. The father hasn’t sold any pictures in a while. In another family, the father isn’t an American citizen and is having problems finding work. After losing a bookkeeping job, the mother works three jobs to make ends meet, including one job as a waitress.
All of the families in my Girl Scout troop are/were comfortably middle class. All of the families live in comfortable middle class neighborhoods. All of the daughters participate in after-school sports and/or music programs. What makes them any different from any of us? Some call it luck. Some call it providence.
There, but for the grace of God, go I. Or my neighbor. Or your brother. Or you?
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