This is VERY true. The other day, I was in the post office and the woman before me did not have enough to pay the postage for her letter. She needed less than a dollar if I recall, and told the cashier she didn’t have enough. I immediately went in my purse to search for the change she needed.
See, I can remember being in her exact position, at a post office in DeKalb searching my car for change to mail whatever it was I had that day. I don’t recall if I found enough money that day…. I also remember, one of my most empowering memories… a memory that reminds me that no matter how “broke” the enemy would like to convince me I am (and I refuse to receive that nonsense), I am WAAAAYYYY better off than I was a few years ago.
I remember a particular day. I was a little over six months pregnant and we had no food in our apartment. And when I say “no food” I mean NO FOOD. I left our place determined to bring food home, to make a miracle. I knew that if I could go to the Walmart that was next door, with the change I had, I could make a meal for my family. My plan was to buy ONE pack of shrimp ramen noodles and a box of generic saltine crackers. The ramen there was always 17 cents and the saltines were fifty cents. I had just enough to cover my TWO items plus tax.
I was so proud and excited that I figured out a brilliant plan to create a meal. So I walked out into the hot Marietta, Georgia sun, with my swollen ankles, in some run over Family Dollar flip flops (the only shoes I could tolerate at the time) excited! Got to Walmart, grabbed my ONE pack of ramen noodles, headed to the cracker aisle, only to discover SALTINES HAD GONE UP TO 75 CENTS! I was devastated. I stood there staring at the crackers, hoping I was just looking at the wrong ones. I mean, they had been that price forever, they were that price just days prior. How could this be?
So, I took my change, went back to the ramen aisle and grabbed another pack, walked to the front of the store and got in line, and held back the tears as best I could. Focused my energy on overcoming the embarrassment of having to count out my pennies to pay for the ramen, and left a drop of energy for gratitude that we would eat that day.