So today in class, we briefly discussed Tuesday's video (see previous post for details). We took notes on food security for the remainder of class. I can;t fathom the 12.6 million households that are food insecure, at least moderatly. I have never, ever worried about where my next meal will come from. I'm spending $400 this weekend, just to run the Boston Marathon! And there are children in the next city who have to get their backpack filled with food tomorrow afternoon, just so they will be ale to eat through the weekend. I feel guilty. I also wonder, though, about some parents. And I don't want the following to be taken the wrong way. My grandpa was an auto mechanic for 40 years and my grandma worked as a secretary; my dad did not go to college. He was in trade school for a semester after high school, then went to Mexico and drove a bus for 6 months before coming back to Cleveland. Then he worked his butt off, learning accounting, starting at the ground level of a real estate rental company. My dad worked his way through the ranks in his 26 years at the company; and he was one of the top-paid employees, working with MBA's and the like. It may be that he had people on his side, rooting for him, but I believe his sweat and blood (figure of speech) were a huge component how he got to be where he is today. And so I wonder how many people living in poverty are still in poverty because there are no other options, or is it because they simply do not realize their potential in life?
Just something I've been thinking about this quarter.
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