What I think about when I see Barack Obama...
No matter what you think about the 44th President of the United States, about his ideas or policies, this is what I think about when I see him...
For almost 8 years I worked as a caseworker in a Welfare Office in Arizona.
I interviewed hundreds of single, working moms that needed help- food for their children was always a priority. The Food Stamp program was my favorite program- what could be better that giving the gift of food to families.
For the parent(s) it can be humiliating, humbling and embarrassing to be interviewed by a stranger who, by law, must gather information about their lives to see if they qualify. They must discuss and document all things personal in their lives- from who lives at their house to their financial situation- just to get some food for their kids. Whether they like it or not, they must comply to receive any help.
When I think of Barack, I think about his single, working mom who received Food Stamps for part of his life. I wonder about the caseworker that interviewed her. I hope his mom was not embarrassed or humiliated requesting help to feed her family (though she probably was). I think of his humble beginnings- the food on their table, paid for by the taxpayers, through the Food Stamp Program.
It amazes me to think that one of the kids I fed through the Food Stamp Program could grow up to be President. Only in America.