the first in a series of rants about being a little older a bit disabled and living life near the bottom and how to make whole system change trickle down to me and mine.
a few months ago they started a new food bank at a large senior apartment complex(not to be confused whit the senior food bank-more about that later)
i've gone a few times with mixed results,but thus day word must have gotten out that there was good stuff to be had. people lined up in droves . while i sat on the side lines,i can't stand for long . i watched a elderly man nearly knock over a women using a walker so he could get in front of her in line.
this treatment of old folks of each other is scary and disheartening and unexpected.
i rarely see folks help each other .
how do we being whole systems change here
as much as i con type for now.
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"If you have come here to help me then you are wasting your time, but
if you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine then
let us work together."
--Lila Watson (aboriginal activist)
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Hard and not so hard to believe. This hurts my heart to hear and I begin thinking hard in response. Thanks, B
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