Today I caught up with a group of acquaintances. A new lady joined the group recently, no one knows much about her but we accepted her as one of the crowd.
Over lunch we were discussing our grocery shopping habits, where to go, where NOT to go and how much we tend to spend.
She is on a single disability pension. Can’t work, at all.
Living on a farm, she rents a shed to live in, works hard for nothing to supplement the rent. It’s all she can afford.
She has some dogs, chickens & other birds, loves them.
As the conversation went on she mentioned that her grocery shop is $100 a fortnight, we all exclaimed how lucky she was, assuming that she supplemented her diet with produce from the farm.
After the animals have been fed and cared for she often goes without an adequate meal…all day, nearly every day.
Literally has toast for breakfast and dinner.
She wasn’t looking for sympathy, or a hand-out, probably wouldn’t accept it anyway.
I don’t know what I’m trying to say here, I am just devastated that such a lovely lady is having such a hard time.
It isn’t something I give much thought to with my own day to day struggles, and now I am ashamed.