How close to the edge do you live?
This morning, on my way to work, I heard on NPR Michelle Kennedy describe how she spent a summer homeless after leaving her husband. [here]
The story reminded me just how close so many of us live to that edge. The edge I am talking about is the one that separates you from the street. I live far too close to that edge for my liking, and the exposure is doubled when you factor in that I am a stranger in a strange land.
To think that I could expose my family to the trauma of homelessness weighs on me everyday. And why do I have to worry about it.
Because it’s the American Way.
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