Have you ever been forced to ask the government for help? If you have, good luck with that. I was hurt recently, and I've been forced to ask for some help.Do not expect to leave this process without feeling like a wart on the butt of humanity. Asking for help has never been my strong suit, I confess. But recently, I have found a group of people who seem to make asking for help, their main occupation. There is a process to receiving help. Every step of the way tastes like gall to me. I believe it would to any person with half an interest in self preservation. I know that I paid into this fund. I also know that the money is there in case something like this happens. What I didn't know was that the people whose job it is to help me with this act as though they are doing me a favor every step of the way. I feel like such a bum because I have had to ask for help. I know, I know, that's why the help is there. But anyone who thinks that this is an easy process is wrong. Completely, totally, wrong.
That's one of the things that amazes me. I have come to know several people who seek any way that they can to get government assistance. If half the effort was put into finding and keeping a job, these people would own the world. I don't get it. I hate the intrusion into my life. I hate answering questions that are no ones business. I hate having to ask for help. Mostly because of the way it makes me feel, and partly because the people who are in charge of helping me seem to be doing me the utmost favor by doing the job our government hired them to do.
I can only imagine how much worse this will be if B.O. actually succeeds in socializing twenty percent of our economy. 1984 anyone? Be thankful if you don't need any help from the government, if you do, leave a trail of breadcrumbs to find your way through the bureaucracy. You'll thank me later.
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