In my 70s. When I was young about 4 or 5, I was at grandparents at christmas. I was outside, snow almost to my chest. Farmer down the road had horses and a buckboard he used when he went to town. ( not everyone had a car in rural areas) He and his son passed by me going down the road, and the boy reached behind him and grabbed a big red apple and threw it at me, yelling Merry Christmas. It landed deep in the snow a few feet away. I remember hunting in the deep snow for that beautiful red apple. I remember how when I bite into it the juice ran down my chin. I will always be grateful for that simple gesture of kindness from that farmer.
When I was four and my brother nine, our father went off with another woman. My mother went to the family court for maintenance (alimony) and he was ordered to pay some money every week. If he missed 3 consecutive weeks my mother could ask the court for the arrears. He was crafty and paid only one week out of three, leaving us desperate for money. We ate a lot of bread and jam and I recently realised my mother couldn't afford to eat herself. She was so starved that she was skin and bone, affecting her health for the rest of her life. I will never forgive my father for not caring if we had food, clothes on our backs or shoes on our feet.
@@nessagorr8908 How kind you are, Nessa. I am an old lady now and, thanks to my amazing mother, had a happy life on the whole. I don't know how she managed it but she enabled me to train as a teacher, thanks to a government grant, plus me finding jobs during the summer holidays and working for the postal sorting office at Christmas. I was able to give her all of her modest desires once I qualified, which gave me great joy. She died ten years after I started teaching, but I have the peace of mind knowing that during those years my mother was warm, comfortable, had holidays, no money worries and always had enough to eat. One habit never left her, though. Once she had enough money for groceries, she always had to buy three tins of everything at a time, even when the pantry was bulging! I was so lucky that we had the most wonderful, loving relationship any mother and daughter could have. She was so amazing. I really appreciate your concern for us. Thank you.
don’t worry i’ll go track him down for you sure you would like to have some choice word’s with him i could make him and his wife suffer through the same thing but also secretly ensuring there children are cared for i could even pull strings with the police to put there children in a better home with better people while they both suffer me and my people have alot of connections if you will so i could bring your father kneeling before you i could make your father and his mistress he cheated with suffer and i can have there kids if any taken away and put in a better place and to be honest he probably does not support them as much anyways
and if you are going to ask technically we are a mafia of sorts but we try to be better then that clean alcohol clean drug’s nothing like that fentanyl crap we want our customers alive and in relatively good health it’s bad business to kill off your customer’s we got good guards always hanging around either in bars or on the street’s trying to keep the peace and don’t cause trouble to bring the police down on us we actually make a decent business on the legal weed selling so we cut back on most everything else just cigarettes legal weed and beer pretty much
When i was married, my husband was awful with money. I gave plasma twice a week to have groceries of ramen noodles bread and lunch meat. Plus i worked as a Wal-Mart cashier.
Was addicted to drugs and became homeless as a result. Had to sleep in an abandoned house through the winter in the Midwest. Will be clean for ten years this October and things are going well now.
I never realized my dad was poor until I moved in with him in middle school. My parents just split, the house wasn’t paid off, my village got hit bad with unemployment. First the satellite went out, then the hot water, then slowly the food started dwindling to canned tuna and box Mac and cheese. One morning my dad made me and my brother kraft Mac and chess with tuna for breakfast and omg it was so good. Never took anything for granted after that. My dad got a good job and paid off the house. I moved out and got a job and I made sure he doesn’t ever need any food and buy him new clothes or parts for his truck.
Good for you to help your dad out now. Those of us who have or had (in my case) a parent who struggled through desperate times to look after their children, are privileged in good times to say thank you to that parent in a practical way. That is true love between parent and child.
I was slightly poor as a kid and always knew it, but man, I feel lucky. I always had food and a roof. I wish everyone who went through poverty a good life.
When I was 19 if I worked 60 hours a week I had $29 left after rent and electricity. Luckily I got one meal a day at work (I was a cook) for two months the only thing I had at home was bread with salt and Kool aid without sugar. Homemade bread with starter I made from a pint of beer I stole from work.
When I left home I did okay for about a year, when I suddenly lost my job due to restructuring. I had some savings to last at least 4 months, so I thought I was OK. The problem was, I couldn't find work. I applied to everything I could; at least 10 applications a week, and I would count my lucky stars if I had at least 2 interviews in a month. This went on for 11 months. I ran out of my emergency fund and was too proud to ask for help from family or friends, so I started selling all non-essential things in my possession; I took that money and prepaid my rent and internet for a few more months, leaving myself about only enough money to eat one meal per day and the bare minimum to move around for interviews. I ran out of things I could sell, so I started skipping meals and drank as much water as I could since it was free at my apartment. I went without eating for at least 3 days straight, but at the very least I had a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in. My older sister started noticing something was wrong but wouldn't say anything since she knew how proud I was, so I went with her to help her buy groceries one day and she gifted me with a tray of 20 mini-apples. I started eating one apple per day, having to almost physically restrain myself from eating any more. I was devastated when I mistakenly left them out of the fridge and some maintenance workers ate some, leaving me with only 14 in total. I lost well over 70 lbs, but I finally managed to get a job and very slowly started to get back on my feet. That was many years ago and now am financially stable with a tenured position in a government institution, but this was my lowest point and ironically the story I hold in highest regard. There's a saying: "The best teachers are an empty stomach and an empty wallet". I can honestly say it's 100% true. Cheers.
Damn. I still live with my parents and they’ve never been too poor since they went to college. My goal in life is to not only give back to them, but to also help others below me. This story made me realize just how close to homeless someone could get and still manage to get back on their feet. Thanks
When I was young , living in San Diego, my single mother, sister and I lived in her friend’s garage. Sometimes on the weekends we would go with that lady’s house keeper to her home just across the border in Tijuana. Now, that was really poor. They had a 2 room home in the slums and there was scant electricity and we all used a hole dug behind the house as a toilet. No one spoke English and we didn’t speak Spanish. But, when you’re a kid it doesn’t matter kids just play together. I really hate it when people complain about poverty I usually ask if they have ever lived in a Mexican Slum. I’m so great full for everything I have now as an adult.
My mom would take extra jobs on the weekends for extra money. I knew we were poor, but seeing how life was across the border (even as a 2nd grader) made me great full for the little we had... because I knew there were people worse off than us
I’m Mexican American and I would take all my summer breaks in Mexico as a kid. It was a real eye opener on how even the lowest income families in the US are way better of still. I don’t complain about anything.
In Germany some Farms sell their produce with self checkout. That means they put a small box with a slit next to the bags with the produce. There was a time in my life where i had zero money and was struggling in the new place i moved to. So i went and stole potato bags from said farms and ate nothing but potatoes for months. I made the promise to go back later and pay double and i did. Sometimes i wonder if they wondered why there was more money in the box and no produce taken. I also went to restaurants to steal toilet paper back then. That was right after i got a new Appartement after i was homeless for a year, thx to the very good social worker that took my case. Started fresh with a mattress and a pan. Very dark but also enlightening times. I`m still very weird with money and very minimalistic. This was when i was 19 , i`m now 32 and doing so much better. I also wanted to buy flowers for the social worker and thank her but as i went back to the place they would not tell me where she worked now. I keep her im my heart though. :-)
About a year and half ago..I had been offered a great paying temp job on the reservation in my state. The down side..it was 4.5 hours away from my home and my schedule was 5 16 hour shifts back to back. When I took the offer we were already in a dire situation financially due to me recovering from cancer in my spine. I had scraped together enough gas to get there and I was told we could eat 2 meals free and that there was staff lodging..mind you there was nothing on or near the reservation for about 80 miles..I finally made it to work only to learn there was no free food and lodging was full. That was the worst week of my life! I had only water for 6 days straight..we weren't even allowed a pack of crackers..I slept in my jeep, parked on the side of a barn for shade..deeply alone and missing my kids badly..crying myself to sleep from pain and hunger..on my last day of work I was happy to be going home to my babies when I realized I had no gas..no money..my check was waiting for me..about 120 miles away..I considered walking but realized I was far too weak to make it. I called everyone I knew pleading for help..none came..I took a chance and left figuring I would get as far as I could down the road and hopefully help would come..I know how it sounds but I had 0 other options at this time! My car died about 35 miles down the road..I sat there parked..hating everything when border patrol pulled up behind me. .after a few questions the angel in a uniform went to his truck..pulled out gas..enough to get me to my check and then handed me the fattest, most amazing ham sandwich ever to exist and a bag of chips! Let's say it was a good thing he moved his hand fast as I devoured the food in under 10 minutes! After making it to my pay..then home I was telling my kids about my week..how I was able to sleep under the stars..the amazing tribe I learned so much about and of course..how I met a real life angel that last day..to be completely without food, family and help was terrible but I have deeply appreciated everything I eat,drink and every hug from my family 1000 times more!!
I hope you are in a much better place than you was, I had an experience from an angel myself, not the same, I'm also not that well off, better than when I was a child (out of me and my siblings I'm the only one who remembers how bad it got, not as bad as some people's stories on here) well I had this procedure done in the hospital to try and stop these migraines (I live in the uk so thankfully free health care because if I lived in usa I'd either be dead or in a huge amount of debt) well I was supposed to be there for about 20 minutes for the procedure however I ended up there for about 3-4 hours due to the dr not informing me that my blood pressure will drop so I was seriously unwell almost passed out outside the room I had the procedure in, eye sight went, hearing went, if it wasn't for another patient shouting for a nurse who helped me back in to the room and on to the bed I would have probably collapsed and spent the night, anyway they let me go after having drank a small cup of tea with some sugar and some water, gave me 2 small packets of biscuits (what you would call cookies) I managed to get back to my home town (I don't drive so had to catch public transport, the hospital let me down in so many ways as they should have took my bp before discharging me but didn't add in the fact that they just left me to go home by myself after almost collapsing looking back was a huge no no) and got to this cake/sandwich shop as I actually had to take about 3 buses to get back home and the woman could see how terrible I looked, she said that the hospital should have kept me in for the night and gave me a free sandwich and a drink which helped me immensely especially as the procedure made me very unwell and I wasn't allowed to eat for about 8 hours prior (wasn't surgery but because it was to do with my migraines and I could vomit they advised me to not eat anything and only take my meds with a bit of water however the procedure was early hours of the morning so yeah blood sugar and my blood pressure dropped), that woman is my angel, you may not have had that much money back then however your children will remember your happiness, your positive spirit, the times you spent playing games with them, I lost my nan when I was 12 and she wasn't well off either however I have soo many happy and loving memories of her teaching me things, just listening to me, going out of her way to save up enough money to buy me a small writing book as she knew I have a passion for writing stories, before she passed away with the money she had saved up she bought me an electronic typewriter, you can't get the ink for it anymore however I have kept it because it means a lot to me, and the fact that she was always so positive even being in as much pain as she was, I was the only one out of all her grandkids to see her pain due to me living with her for a few years my nan is still my best friend, I'm sorry for waffling, I hope you are all in a much better place, take care
@@tvaholicsquidney we are doing much better now! I'm sorry to hear about your experience in the hospital..its all too common in the USA as well! I'm happy to hear that you made precious memories with your Nan..I am the extremely proud Nan to my first grandchild..Ellie ♡♡ in these hard and sometimes depressing days I hope you keep your head up and may your heart know much love! Keep in touch my friend! My name is Jennifer..
When I was little my dad rented this tiny article from someone. It had a bedroom, a hallway and a bathroom. Me, my dad, and my two siblings would live there together.
Mine was coming home from school and having the power be off and only ever really eating when my grandparents would give us food. Another thing is whenever they used to ask on the first day of school what did for our summer break and everyone had something interesting to say and all I could say was we stayed home for most of it due to my mom working and not having enough money to take us to do stuff.
We ate steel oats with nothing in them for three days. We had these things called dream sandwiches, cheap bread mayo and in the summer tomato from the garden. You dreamed you had meat in it. Most of our clothes came from yard sales for like 50 cents. I didn't have my first name brand clothes and shoes till I was in fifth grade BC my mom got remarried.
The rock bottom part for me realizing we were poor was when the electricity from our house got cut off. My dad had just lost his job that was just the perfect fit for the family. The debt kept growing and growing from that point. I remember being on call with my dad checking us up and saying he’s sorry for the stuff we’re having to go through. My heart broke.
THe best thing is still when your parents dont let you feel that you are poor. After my Parents divorced we never had much money but it all worked out and i had a few friends where the parents where better off so i still could do alot as a child.
TL;DR I lived Home Alone 2 style over a summer at age 10 The summer before I went to 5th grade, my mom and I were living in a shelter. She had to go to work and couldn't afford daycare, so I wandered the county texting her and answering her calls throughout the day. I went to malls and libraries and walked through the town centers while taking the bus all day until I'd meet her at the train station. I was tall for my age and overweight so I had enough of a chest to mistake me for a teenager. I was lucky no one ever tried bothering or following me. She'd give me $20 a day for food, but I kept my spending around $10 bc I knew it was hard, and even though she was concerned about me, I knew me limiting my eating stopped her from skipping meals. It sounds really scary looking back at it and the dangers I faced, but my mom made it seem like an adventure and she never let me feel scared about it. Seeing her everyday after work lit up her eyes. She was an amazing person even if she didn't do everything right. Rest in peace
I never grew up poor, but I didn't grow up rich. I come from an average middle class family and was spoiled as my parents wanted to give me and my brothers a good childhood. Essentially, i thought we were pretty good, on our feet and stuff. One day, my mom took me to my grandma's house, having to ask her for a check worth $83,000. She told me that it had to last. This moment I like to say was my wake up call and when I started to take care of myself and my responsibilities more, to help out my parents as much as I can. I even got frustrated at my little brothers because they didn't realize/ mature as quickly, not realizing all the things our parents have done for us. (Please note, my parents adopted us when they were in their late 40s/ early 50s.)
When I was 5 I lived in a 2 story house made of concrete, the second floor was never finished. Then around 7 I went to middle class suburbs, then 7 to 8 my family had to move into my grandfather's house. 8 to 9 we got a mobile home with the back side ripped off. Had plastic sheeting stapled to it to close the hole which was the length of the living room. We didn't have water so we ran about 6 or 700 feet of garden hose from the neibors house through the woods. We took baths in a 55 gallon Rubbermaid trashcan for months, then we moved to a huge one story house next to a church, then to a 250k 2 story house in a doctor and lawyer neighborhood we had a nanny and didn't even have to make our beds, then about 12 to 13 back to the first house that I lived in that had been abandoned for a decade, all the doors kicked in, used condoms littered all over the place, spray paint all over. 2nd story still not finished. No water, had to drive up the road and fill up totes with water to flush the toilet. I ended up moving in with my grandmother and lived with her til I went off on my own. Ended up living with a gfs family for a bit, went from couch to couch with different family members. Wasn't til I was about 26 or 27 till I decided I wanted to actually have something for myself. Rented a few different apartments and trailers over the years, married into some money, was absolutely disgusted by that life, ended up divorced, rented another place then I realized having stuff and a big place is pointless so I ended up buying a few acres in the middle of nowhere, bought a huge storage shed converted it to a tiny house, lived with my dad for a year and a half to save up money for solar panels, battery bank, and charge controllers. I've been living in my tiny house for almost 2 years now and have never been happier. Always something to do, whether working on my workshop, or yard work. It feels nice to know I will be able to stay here indefinitely so long as I can make about 300 bucks a month for the next 10 years. From my experience poverty is a mindset not a financial status. As long as you are happy thats all that really matters. I've owned my own tile company and made great money. Nothing to show for it. I'm a janitor now and make more money than I need. That fact is only fact because I decided having fancy stuff is less important than being stress free and happy. If you have blood and sperm you could cover my bills now j/k but seriously. Anybody can do this. Anybody. Did I mention I have terrible credit too. Anybody can do this.
My dad left when I was a baby, he never paid child support and mother was a raging alcoholic. Would go to school with the soles of my shoes held on with insulation tape just to give you an idea. Worked after school in a supermarket and doing a paper round. Saved up and went backpacking, working in hostels for free accommodation and living off rice. Worked in the UK on an estate which included accommodation but got made redundant all of a sudden and ended up homeless with no money and no way to get home. Started cashing in glass bottles for 30p a bottle and buying reduced to clear food. Slept in a park but eventually got a job through share luck and generosity. Lived the life as a minimalist and did every hour going working day and some of the night. Basically finished one shift then on to another elsewhere that night till midnight. Only time I wasn't working was to sleep. It was very hard going on the body but eventually used savings to buy a house and slowly did it up while learning. Value increased dramatically, alot of side jobs came in for kitchen refits etc. Still quite the minimalist and money all tied up in investments, so am still broke. Being poor and getting used to it does have its benefits. You know how to work and you can go without. These rich lot wouldn't last a week in the real world without their fortune.
9:00 ugh that happened ot me too. saved eight dollars from just several holiday money gifts. my family only gave a dollar at a time in those days. and my stepdad told me he had to have it for bills. i felt so used.
When I was 5 or 6 my family was really poor as my dad was the only one working. They would take me and my brother to the park all the time so we could play. One time it was just me and my parents at the park in the summer and the ice cream truck came and all the kids ran over to get ice cream. I asked my parents for money and they looked at me and said that they had no money. My dad put his hand in his pocket and found 1 dollar bill and gave it to me to buy a spongebob ice cream. I still remember the look on their faces when they thought they didn’t have even a dollar for their kid to have ice cream. Now that I’m older I feel bad for taking that dollar.
I didn’t realize my family was poor until I was in college talking about food I ate growing up and my friend said why does your family eat canned food for all meals.
i remember my mom and my 2 brothers walking in a burger king with free burger coupons my mom found in the newspaper and that was our dinner. but one of them had a scratch or something so we had to cut the other burger in 4 pieces bc the cashier wouldn't accept it for whatever reason. and another time we didn't have enough money for a little caesars $5 pizza, so we were looking all over the car seats for nickles and dimes to pay for it.
I can understand parents taking piggy bank $ for food or gas to work or some medicine like for a cold or health condition..but cigarettes that's just cold and heartless.. especially if it's odd job $ and bday gift $..one thing I can say for my parents atleast is we might've been poor but they never stole from me and if they wanted cigarettes they'd get their responsibilities like rent ect and then go do an honest favor for a friend for some they'd atleast had enough kindness to not steal from me or anyone..but I feel for the folks in these stories.
Some of these straight up made me want to cry. I am by no means rich but I can faithfully say the Lord has brought me out of not having enough money and I am so blessed now. I have enough to pay all my bills and to be very comfortable. I am so grateful. I always want to tell people to trust the Lord because he can lift you up and make you prosper if you trust him.
i *was* only poor on roblox, but i can tell you this: i just wanted everything i could get my hands on, but costs robux. i was a naive kid then, so i wasted all of my robux when i got it from my parents, all the way through the time i got builder's club (now premium), then i changed my spending strategy.
I was never really poor. But i used to where hand me downs in highschool and used to get made fun off because my shoes were so used up they had holes in the sole.smh
My moms always poor, there’s this egg drop we’re doing in school but my moms always mad and busy and has no time for me. I was going to ask her to take me to dollar store on Monday but she’s ALWAYS angry and whenever I tell her something she gives me a lecture CONSTANTLY. Now I’m crying because my egg is going to crack and I’m going to get a 0.
I was about 7 years old. Lived with mom and 2 brothers in ONE furnished room. We had no money and until the donated food arrived we ate sugar sandwiches and water. Yep... a slice of white bread with sugar on it. This was around 1951 in the Bronx. The donated food was not much better.
When my brother & I were young, we had to eat mayonnaise bread every day, 3 times a day. That was all we ever had at home. The worst part tho, is that my mom still denies that to this day. She convinced herself that we ALWAYS had a crockpot full of beans & that we 2 (super skinny) kids ate it all in one day. If it wasn't for my uncle & his family, would've starved or gotten sick. And my dad was (still is) a huge piece of crap. He'd visit us once a month just to sleep with my mom, & take back half of the money he brought for us. Both my brother & I are in better places now. Still poor, but at least our own kids always have full bellies. And BOTH of my parents live with me now. Funny how life works out.
My mother got divorced when i was 3 and remarried so we could be provided for. We were sort of upper middle class. Very well provided for but they treated me bad. I failed college. Im considered the family's failure and disappointment. I live in a 30 foot camper and work full time pay my own bills and I'm so grateful for a roof over my head
I was in class one day after i moved to a new country and a new school. We had to do an assignment about what food we ate every night for dinner. I only ate pasta or rice because I was a poor immigrant. My teacher then yelled at me for several minutes about how i can't just eat that for dinner every night and asked every other kid infront of me what they eat foe dinner and they all said they ate different things every night and then the teacher told me off saying all the other kids ate normal food so why didn't I.
My father had a gambling problem and we suffered as kids, my mum was quite naive to my dad's issues and when he'd come home arguing with us about how we spend all his money while he works hard doing back breaking labour. So we hardly had much at home but it was OK!
The worst part about being poor wasn’t even realizing we were, but realizing it was entire out of my fathers negligence. He never got a credit card. He only worked for cash. It was all his fault and I struggle to forgive him
Wow I thought you were going to say father was dead beat who only spent money on drugs, alcohol or gambling . But didn't get a credit card ? You know not everyone qualify for a credit card and how would that have gotten you out of poverty ? Only worked for cash ?... So like most people
i think the poorest meal i ever had was when i was 18, living on my own, no job, no income, and like $2 to my name. i had absolutely no food, i mean NONE. No cheese, milk, bread, cereal. like nothing. i found a box of nearly 1 year old expired hamburger helper. i cooked it with no hamburger and no milk. was an absolutely terrible meal.
I know no one cares but here’s my story; The first time I accidentally dislocated my shoulder was when I was six. I was in a dumpster looking for something to eat and when I try to pull myself out of the dumpster I dislocated my shoulder.
@Jacky Linn he is just a imaginary friend a bunch of people have, and by chance he does exist than screw him. I never asked to be born or to be tortured by my mom.
I can relate to a lot of these posts in this video. The sad part is I thought I was poor growing up. When I was in my 30s I seen an old tax return from my parents and they made a ton of money. So my whole childhood I thought I was poor when really we should have been living middle class.
If you are super-poor, here is an idea. On Halloween, get some bags, and go around with the kids and claim that you are doing a 'food drive'. In one hours time you can get enough food for a whole year depending on the neighborhood.
I was the oldest of 4 children. When I was 6 my mother managed to feed our family of 5 (my little brother had not been born yet)) on the $520 per month my dad was paid as a sergeant in the National Guard. The bad part of this was that my dad worked nights and to make some extra money my mom watched 3 of the neighbor kids while the single mother worked nights. I had to share my bedroom with the 13 year old boy because we were living in a 3 bedroom apartment and the 3rd bedroom was for my little sister and his 2 sisters. I remember how my mother would feed 8 people on 1 box of mac & cheese with a can of green beans and 4 hot dogs cut into it. My mother has told me that if she hadn't watched the neighbor's kids that she didn't know how she would have fed us as the neighbor lady paid her $80 per month to watch her kids. What my mother didn't know and that I have never been able to tell her is that the teenage boy sexually abused me almost every night that he stayed at our home. I never told her about it because he threatened to kill my 2 little sisters (ages 4 and 6 months at the time) if I made any noise at all. I ended up sleeping on my floor while my rapist got to sleep in my bed. Most times the only warning I had was when he would jump on my back knocking the breath out of me waking me up in the middle of the night. I know that if my mother was to find out now what that kid did to me that the knowledge would probably kill her. So on top of being so poor that we were practically starving (I got free lunch at school and dinner at home) I ended up being sexually abused by the only way my mom could earn enough money for the little that she could afford to feed us. I remember that the only time we ate food that came from a restaurant that year was my father stopped at the A&W and got 10 chili dogs and a half gallon of rootbeer because the chili dogs were on sale for 10 cents on Tuesdays and it was my birthday. My birthday gift that year was a beat up hot wheels car that my dad found in a parking lot. I also now realize how many times my mother didn't eat herself just so she could feed us kids. I also can't stand to eat salmon because we ate it probably 5 times a week in the summer because my dad would stop at the riverbank and catch them on the way home from work. The smell of salmon cooking still makes me retch to this day.
I dont know if I am gonna get discredited. But here you go. I had to starve in order to save money. I started doing it when I was 15. Now I am 18 and in college and still doing it. It's even tougher now I have to save money for public transport fare, internet, and materials for project, I got panic attack everytime my teacher or classmates mentions something about buying, money, travelling, or skills. because I know I have none of those People always discredit me of not being poor after all by saying that there are people who faces harder issues as if mine isn't as painful enough. When I was in elementary school, I used to pick up used water bottles and wash it and filling it up with pipe water to drink. Also, it's a shock for me that people eat outside as a norm. When it's literally like spending millions to do so.
the teller girl at the bank took the 10 dollar’s out and charged it to her bank account if i saw someone struggling to take out money or had very little money in there bank account i would make sure they were poor or struggling and then take money out charge it to my account and give it to them too but probably more then 10 dollar’s
Regarding the last post. Do schools not have a „fund“ of some sorts for student who cannot afford school activities? At my (public- but not in USA) school it was *mandatory* to attend weeklong school trips. Thus, there was always funding for students who couldn‘t afford it. Looking back, the whole point of making those trips mandatory, was to give less fortunate kids the experience of going on holidays such as hiking or skiing (including the lessons) without the financial burden. Loved every single Trip, they were so awesome.
I remember being 4 or 5 years old, living with just my mom and three sisters, and opening the fridge and seeing nothing but a single bottle of ketchup. Can't remember how I felt about it tbh. I don't think I cared since I was too busy playing teeball or playing with the other kids at the apartment complex.
As a kid, there were many times where we had only rice and beans to eat. Good thing I had that white privilege, who knows how much worse it could have been!
I didnt grow up poor my mum worked and my dad was a plumber but my mum was terrible with the housekeeping money and wasted a lot of it, she is a lot more careful with money nowadays
When i was 6 or 7 my mom told me we didn't have any food to make a whole meal we really had odds and ends so i called my brother we didnt have milk bread easy food cereal we had stuff actually had to cook but he brought over 3 big paper bags of groceries then when he saw our cabinets and that we had stuff that could be cooked he got pissed at my mom causeca six or seven year old can make a simple bowl of cereal soup or sandwich but shouldn't use the stove and have to cook a meal like chicken or spaghetti Our mother was lazy her telling me that was her way of saying she didn't feel like cooking for her first second grade child or at least getting burgers like responsible parents do make sure their kids are fed
It’s not a poor story, because my family’s always been above that financially, but Back in 2008 (I think) we were in Dallas with mom, and one day she took us to KFC to eat, and she didn’t have enough to buy drinks, to which the manager was nice enough to just give them to us. She then wondered why she didn’t have enough money for the meal, to which I told her because she bought a gigantic fucking pack of beer beforehand, and she had the nerve to get PISSED at me for questioning her choices. Yes, she was an alcoholic. That, and there was a day where she outright REFUSED to make me food once, because she was on another of her looney rantings. Now because of that, the memory resurfaced a couple years ago, and I used to ask my then-boyfriend if he had eaten yet through text or phone calls (I asked him after he got out of work). He wondered why I would ask him every day, to which I told him the former story about it, and how it feels like to not have food and would rather know so I could’ve bought or made him something.
I didn’t have lunch money and tried to pay with just a penny. Frick that lunch lady for not being gentle to a kid (me) that doesn’t know anything about money… !
Oh god I feel terrible I have know idea why but I feel so hungry I’m sick I have money and food IM NOT POOR not at all but my medicine makes me feel terrible for DAYS on end I took it probably about four or five days ago and haven’t taken it since I don’t feel good does anyone have any tips to make me feel better?
I hate being poor..!!!!! Being 60+ and living with a crazy cousin is embarrassing.... Moved in with my ex a few years ago in became very toxic even though we were just roommates... His house is worth around 400 thousand.. It's awful being under someone's thumb, they feel like, they can treat you any kind of way.... Dear God Mother of Jesus help...🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿
I dont know why my mom and step dad desided to have another child after my mom had two. Its so annoying being poor and i know i shouldent say it but i dont give a fuck i know i have "food" and a roof but now my mom disided to go on a diet and the "food" we have is nasty and unfilling unlike the old cheaper food we had. now that i have 2 siblings we cant do anything and its so odd they wanted one of there own as my step dad acts like me and my middle brother dont exist and only his blood child does im so annoyed right now idc about the grammer mistakes i made.
I remember asking my dad what a pawn shop is and all he said was that it's a sad place for sad people. I figured out what people needed it for much later. I've never gone without, been damn lucky.
Never had these type of issues these people are having, but I used to have to make money off the coins my dad collected from the pools he cleaned. Sometimes he went to clean at pools specifically this one mall in our city, my dad would collect these coins so I or anyone else in the family could exchange them from money, usually being like 25 dollars at most. Of course that wasn't our only source of money but I also recognized at the time that we were not as fortunate as the people that are like middle class living in the suburbs.
In my 70s. When I was young about 4 or 5, I was at grandparents at christmas. I was outside, snow almost to my chest. Farmer down the road had horses and a buckboard he used when he went to town. ( not everyone had a car in rural areas) He and his son passed by me going down the road, and the boy reached behind him and grabbed a big red apple and threw it at me, yelling Merry Christmas. It landed deep in the snow a few feet away. I remember hunting in the deep snow for that beautiful red apple. I remember how when I bite into it the juice ran down my chin. I will always be grateful for that simple gesture of kindness from that farmer.
Now In the modern areas, it’s the suburbs gardeners that do it, you earned that apple
When I was four and my brother nine, our father went off with another woman. My mother went to the family court for maintenance (alimony) and he was ordered to pay some money every week. If he missed 3 consecutive weeks my mother could ask the court for the arrears. He was crafty and paid only one week out of three, leaving us desperate for money. We ate a lot of bread and jam and I recently realised my mother couldn't afford to eat herself. She was so starved that she was skin and bone, affecting her health for the rest of her life. I will never forgive my father for not caring if we had food, clothes on our backs or shoes on our feet.
Man. I hope you guys are ok now. 😢
@@nessagorr8908 How kind you are, Nessa. I am an old lady now and, thanks to my amazing mother, had a happy life on the whole. I don't know how she managed it but she enabled me to train as a teacher, thanks to a government grant, plus me finding jobs during the summer holidays and working for the postal sorting office at Christmas. I was able to give her all of her modest desires once I qualified, which gave me great joy. She died ten years after I started teaching, but I have the peace of mind knowing that during those years my mother was warm, comfortable, had holidays, no money worries and always had enough to eat. One habit never left her, though. Once she had enough money for groceries, she always had to buy three tins of everything at a time, even when the pantry was bulging! I was so lucky that we had the most wonderful, loving relationship any mother and daughter could have. She was so amazing. I really appreciate your concern for us. Thank you.
don’t worry i’ll go track him down for you sure you would like to have some choice word’s with him i could make him and his wife suffer through the same thing but also secretly ensuring there children are cared for i could even pull strings with the police to put there children in a better home with better people while they both suffer me and my people have alot of connections if you will so i could bring your father kneeling before you i could make your father and his mistress he cheated with suffer and i can have there kids if any taken away and put in a better place and to be honest he probably does not support them as much anyways
and if you are going to ask technically we are a mafia of sorts but we try to be better then that clean alcohol clean drug’s nothing like that fentanyl crap we want our customers alive and in relatively good health it’s bad business to kill off your customer’s we got good guards always hanging around either in bars or on the street’s trying to keep the peace and don’t cause trouble to bring the police down on us we actually make a decent business on the legal weed selling so we cut back on most everything else just cigarettes legal weed and beer pretty much
When i was married, my husband was awful with money. I gave plasma twice a week to have groceries of ramen noodles bread and lunch meat. Plus i worked as a Wal-Mart cashier.
Was addicted to drugs and became homeless as a result. Had to sleep in an abandoned house through the winter in the Midwest. Will be clean for ten years this October and things are going well now.
I never realized my dad was poor until I moved in with him in middle school. My parents just split, the house wasn’t paid off, my village got hit bad with unemployment.
First the satellite went out, then the hot water, then slowly the food started dwindling to canned tuna and box Mac and cheese. One morning my dad made me and my brother kraft Mac and chess with tuna for breakfast and omg it was so good.
Never took anything for granted after that. My dad got a good job and paid off the house. I moved out and got a job and I made sure he doesn’t ever need any food and buy him new clothes or parts for his truck.
Mac n cheese and tuna and peas are the shit man
Good for you to help your dad out now. Those of us who have or had (in my case) a parent who struggled through desperate times to look after their children, are privileged in good times to say thank you to that parent in a practical way. That is true love between parent and child.
I was slightly poor as a kid and always knew it, but man, I feel lucky. I always had food and a roof. I wish everyone who went through poverty a good life.
"it was both LARIOUS- LARIOUS- LARIOUS- LARIOUS-..."
Irritating wasnt it
@@midnightstella7
It was ITATING- ITATING- ITATING-
I thought my phone crashed lol
9:34 It kept saying Hilarious repeatedly lol
When I was 19 if I worked 60 hours a week I had $29 left after rent and electricity. Luckily I got one meal a day at work (I was a cook) for two months the only thing I had at home was bread with salt and Kool aid without sugar. Homemade bread with starter I made from a pint of beer I stole from work.
At 9:34 the voice kept repeating hilarious
When I left home I did okay for about a year, when I suddenly lost my job due to restructuring. I had some savings to last at least 4 months, so I thought I was OK. The problem was, I couldn't find work. I applied to everything I could; at least 10 applications a week, and I would count my lucky stars if I had at least 2 interviews in a month. This went on for 11 months. I ran out of my emergency fund and was too proud to ask for help from family or friends, so I started selling all non-essential things in my possession; I took that money and prepaid my rent and internet for a few more months, leaving myself about only enough money to eat one meal per day and the bare minimum to move around for interviews.
I ran out of things I could sell, so I started skipping meals and drank as much water as I could since it was free at my apartment. I went without eating for at least 3 days straight, but at the very least I had a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in. My older sister started noticing something was wrong but wouldn't say anything since she knew how proud I was, so I went with her to help her buy groceries one day and she gifted me with a tray of 20 mini-apples. I started eating one apple per day, having to almost physically restrain myself from eating any more. I was devastated when I mistakenly left them out of the fridge and some maintenance workers ate some, leaving me with only 14 in total.
I lost well over 70 lbs, but I finally managed to get a job and very slowly started to get back on my feet. That was many years ago and now am financially stable with a tenured position in a government institution, but this was my lowest point and ironically the story I hold in highest regard.
There's a saying: "The best teachers are an empty stomach and an empty wallet". I can honestly say it's 100% true.
Cheers.
Damn. I still live with my parents and they’ve never been too poor since they went to college. My goal in life is to not only give back to them, but to also help others below me. This story made me realize just how close to homeless someone could get and still manage to get back on their feet. Thanks
my friend claimed to have grown up poor, saying his family ate ramen noodles everday for a month. I said..wait a minute, your family ate every day?
When I was young , living in San Diego, my single mother, sister and I lived in her friend’s garage. Sometimes on the weekends we would go with that lady’s house keeper to her home just across the border in Tijuana. Now, that was really poor. They had a 2 room home in the slums and there was scant electricity and we all used a hole dug behind the house as a toilet. No one spoke English and we didn’t speak Spanish. But, when you’re a kid it doesn’t matter kids just play together. I really hate it when people complain about poverty I usually ask if they have ever lived in a Mexican Slum. I’m so great full for everything I have now as an adult.
My mom would take extra jobs on the weekends for extra money. I knew we were poor, but seeing how life was across the border (even as a 2nd grader) made me great full for the little we had... because I knew there were people worse off than us
I’m Mexican American and I would take all my summer breaks in Mexico as a kid. It was a real eye opener on how even the lowest income families in the US are way better of still. I don’t complain about anything.
In Germany some Farms sell their produce with self checkout. That means they put a small box with a slit next to the bags with the produce. There was a time in my life where i had zero money and was struggling in the new place i moved to. So i went and stole potato bags from said farms and ate nothing but potatoes for months. I made the promise to go back later and pay double and i did. Sometimes i wonder if they wondered why there was more money in the box and no produce taken. I also went to restaurants to steal toilet paper back then. That was right after i got a new Appartement after i was homeless for a year, thx to the very good social worker that took my case. Started fresh with a mattress and a pan. Very dark but also enlightening times. I`m still very weird with money and very minimalistic. This was when i was 19 , i`m now 32 and doing so much better. I also wanted to buy flowers for the social worker and thank her but as i went back to the place they would not tell me where she worked now. I keep her im my heart though. :-)
About a year and half ago..I had been offered a great paying temp job on the reservation in my state. The down side..it was 4.5 hours away from my home and my schedule was 5 16 hour shifts back to back. When I took the offer we were already in a dire situation financially due to me recovering from cancer in my spine. I had scraped together enough gas to get there and I was told we could eat 2 meals free and that there was staff lodging..mind you there was nothing on or near the reservation for about 80 miles..I finally made it to work only to learn there was no free food and lodging was full. That was the worst week of my life! I had only water for 6 days straight..we weren't even allowed a pack of crackers..I slept in my jeep, parked on the side of a barn for shade..deeply alone and missing my kids badly..crying myself to sleep from pain and hunger..on my last day of work I was happy to be going home to my babies when I realized I had no gas..no money..my check was waiting for me..about 120 miles away..I considered walking but realized I was far too weak to make it. I called everyone I knew pleading for help..none came..I took a chance and left figuring I would get as far as I could down the road and hopefully help would come..I know how it sounds but I had 0 other options at this time! My car died about 35 miles down the road..I sat there parked..hating everything when border patrol pulled up behind me. .after a few questions the angel in a uniform went to his truck..pulled out gas..enough to get me to my check and then handed me the fattest, most amazing ham sandwich ever to exist and a bag of chips! Let's say it was a good thing he moved his hand fast as I devoured the food in under 10 minutes! After making it to my pay..then home I was telling my kids about my week..how I was able to sleep under the stars..the amazing tribe I learned so much about and of course..how I met a real life angel that last day..to be completely without food, family and help was terrible but I have deeply appreciated everything I eat,drink and every hug from my family 1000 times more!!
I hope you are in a much better place than you was, I had an experience from an angel myself, not the same, I'm also not that well off, better than when I was a child (out of me and my siblings I'm the only one who remembers how bad it got, not as bad as some people's stories on here) well I had this procedure done in the hospital to try and stop these migraines (I live in the uk so thankfully free health care because if I lived in usa I'd either be dead or in a huge amount of debt) well I was supposed to be there for about 20 minutes for the procedure however I ended up there for about 3-4 hours due to the dr not informing me that my blood pressure will drop so I was seriously unwell almost passed out outside the room I had the procedure in, eye sight went, hearing went, if it wasn't for another patient shouting for a nurse who helped me back in to the room and on to the bed I would have probably collapsed and spent the night, anyway they let me go after having drank a small cup of tea with some sugar and some water, gave me 2 small packets of biscuits (what you would call cookies) I managed to get back to my home town (I don't drive so had to catch public transport, the hospital let me down in so many ways as they should have took my bp before discharging me but didn't add in the fact that they just left me to go home by myself after almost collapsing looking back was a huge no no) and got to this cake/sandwich shop as I actually had to take about 3 buses to get back home and the woman could see how terrible I looked, she said that the hospital should have kept me in for the night and gave me a free sandwich and a drink which helped me immensely especially as the procedure made me very unwell and I wasn't allowed to eat for about 8 hours prior (wasn't surgery but because it was to do with my migraines and I could vomit they advised me to not eat anything and only take my meds with a bit of water however the procedure was early hours of the morning so yeah blood sugar and my blood pressure dropped), that woman is my angel, you may not have had that much money back then however your children will remember your happiness, your positive spirit, the times you spent playing games with them, I lost my nan when I was 12 and she wasn't well off either however I have soo many happy and loving memories of her teaching me things, just listening to me, going out of her way to save up enough money to buy me a small writing book as she knew I have a passion for writing stories, before she passed away with the money she had saved up she bought me an electronic typewriter, you can't get the ink for it anymore however I have kept it because it means a lot to me, and the fact that she was always so positive even being in as much pain as she was, I was the only one out of all her grandkids to see her pain due to me living with her for a few years my nan is still my best friend, I'm sorry for waffling, I hope you are all in a much better place, take care
@@tvaholicsquidney we are doing much better now! I'm sorry to hear about your experience in the hospital..its all too common in the USA as well! I'm happy to hear that you made precious memories with your Nan..I am the extremely proud Nan to my first grandchild..Ellie ♡♡ in these hard and sometimes depressing days I hope you keep your head up and may your heart know much love! Keep in touch my friend! My name is Jennifer..
When I was little my dad rented this tiny article from someone. It had a bedroom, a hallway and a bathroom. Me, my dad, and my two siblings would live there together.
Mine was coming home from school and having the power be off and only ever really eating when my grandparents would give us food. Another thing is whenever they used to ask on the first day of school what did for our summer break and everyone had something interesting to say and all I could say was we stayed home for most of it due to my mom working and not having enough money to take us to do stuff.
We ate steel oats with nothing in them for three days. We had these things called dream sandwiches, cheap bread mayo and in the summer tomato from the garden. You dreamed you had meat in it. Most of our clothes came from yard sales for like 50 cents. I didn't have my first name brand clothes and shoes till I was in fifth grade BC my mom got remarried.
The rock bottom part for me realizing we were poor was when the electricity from our house got cut off. My dad had just lost his job that was just the perfect fit for the family. The debt kept growing and growing from that point. I remember being on call with my dad checking us up and saying he’s sorry for the stuff we’re having to go through. My heart broke.
10:00 can we get an AMA with this guy?!
That one was so truly inspirational
THe best thing is still when your parents dont let you feel that you are poor. After my Parents divorced we never had much money but it all worked out and i had a few friends where the parents where better off so i still could do alot as a child.
TL;DR I lived Home Alone 2 style over a summer at age 10
The summer before I went to 5th grade, my mom and I were living in a shelter. She had to go to work and couldn't afford daycare, so I wandered the county texting her and answering her calls throughout the day. I went to malls and libraries and walked through the town centers while taking the bus all day until I'd meet her at the train station.
I was tall for my age and overweight so I had enough of a chest to mistake me for a teenager. I was lucky no one ever tried bothering or following me.
She'd give me $20 a day for food, but I kept my spending around $10 bc I knew it was hard, and even though she was concerned about me, I knew me limiting my eating stopped her from skipping meals.
It sounds really scary looking back at it and the dangers I faced, but my mom made it seem like an adventure and she never let me feel scared about it. Seeing her everyday after work lit up her eyes. She was an amazing person even if she didn't do everything right. Rest in peace
I never grew up poor, but I didn't grow up rich. I come from an average middle class family and was spoiled as my parents wanted to give me and my brothers a good childhood. Essentially, i thought we were pretty good, on our feet and stuff. One day, my mom took me to my grandma's house, having to ask her for a check worth $83,000. She told me that it had to last. This moment I like to say was my wake up call and when I started to take care of myself and my responsibilities more, to help out my parents as much as I can. I even got frustrated at my little brothers because they didn't realize/ mature as quickly, not realizing all the things our parents have done for us. (Please note, my parents adopted us when they were in their late 40s/ early 50s.)
When I was 5 I lived in a 2 story house made of concrete, the second floor was never finished. Then around 7 I went to middle class suburbs, then 7 to 8 my family had to move into my grandfather's house. 8 to 9 we got a mobile home with the back side ripped off. Had plastic sheeting stapled to it to close the hole which was the length of the living room. We didn't have water so we ran about 6 or 700 feet of garden hose from the neibors house through the woods. We took baths in a 55 gallon Rubbermaid trashcan for months, then we moved to a huge one story house next to a church, then to a 250k 2 story house in a doctor and lawyer neighborhood we had a nanny and didn't even have to make our beds, then about 12 to 13 back to the first house that I lived in that had been abandoned for a decade, all the doors kicked in, used condoms littered all over the place, spray paint all over. 2nd story still not finished. No water, had to drive up the road and fill up totes with water to flush the toilet. I ended up moving in with my grandmother and lived with her til I went off on my own. Ended up living with a gfs family for a bit, went from couch to couch with different family members. Wasn't til I was about 26 or 27 till I decided I wanted to actually have something for myself. Rented a few different apartments and trailers over the years, married into some money, was absolutely disgusted by that life, ended up divorced, rented another place then I realized having stuff and a big place is pointless so I ended up buying a few acres in the middle of nowhere, bought a huge storage shed converted it to a tiny house, lived with my dad for a year and a half to save up money for solar panels, battery bank, and charge controllers. I've been living in my tiny house for almost 2 years now and have never been happier. Always something to do, whether working on my workshop, or yard work. It feels nice to know I will be able to stay here indefinitely so long as I can make about 300 bucks a month for the next 10 years. From my experience poverty is a mindset not a financial status. As long as you are happy thats all that really matters. I've owned my own tile company and made great money. Nothing to show for it. I'm a janitor now and make more money than I need. That fact is only fact because I decided having fancy stuff is less important than being stress free and happy. If you have blood and sperm you could cover my bills now j/k but seriously. Anybody can do this. Anybody. Did I mention I have terrible credit too. Anybody can do this.
My dad left when I was a baby, he never paid child support and mother was a raging alcoholic. Would go to school with the soles of my shoes held on with insulation tape just to give you an idea. Worked after school in a supermarket and doing a paper round. Saved up and went backpacking, working in hostels for free accommodation and living off rice. Worked in the UK on an estate which included accommodation but got made redundant all of a sudden and ended up homeless with no money and no way to get home. Started cashing in glass bottles for 30p a bottle and buying reduced to clear food. Slept in a park but eventually got a job through share luck and generosity. Lived the life as a minimalist and did every hour going working day and some of the night. Basically finished one shift then on to another elsewhere that night till midnight. Only time I wasn't working was to sleep. It was very hard going on the body but eventually used savings to buy a house and slowly did it up while learning. Value increased dramatically, alot of side jobs came in for kitchen refits etc. Still quite the minimalist and money all tied up in investments, so am still broke. Being poor and getting used to it does have its benefits. You know how to work and you can go without. These rich lot wouldn't last a week in the real world without their fortune.
9:00 ugh that happened ot me too. saved eight dollars from just several holiday money gifts. my family only gave a dollar at a time in those days. and my stepdad told me he had to have it for bills. i felt so used.
When I was 5 or 6 my family was really poor as my dad was the only one working. They would take me and my brother to the park all the time so we could play. One time it was just me and my parents at the park in the summer and the ice cream truck came and all the kids ran over to get ice cream. I asked my parents for money and they looked at me and said that they had no money. My dad put his hand in his pocket and found 1 dollar bill and gave it to me to buy a spongebob ice cream. I still remember the look on their faces when they thought they didn’t have even a dollar for their kid to have ice cream. Now that I’m older I feel bad for taking that dollar.
I didn’t realize my family was poor until I was in college talking about food I ate growing up and my friend said why does your family eat canned food for all meals.
i remember my mom and my 2 brothers walking in a burger king with free burger coupons my mom found in the newspaper and that was our dinner. but one of them had a scratch or something so we had to cut the other burger in 4 pieces bc the cashier wouldn't accept it for whatever reason. and another time we didn't have enough money for a little caesars $5 pizza, so we were looking all over the car seats for nickles and dimes to pay for it.
I can understand parents taking piggy bank $ for food or gas to work or some medicine like for a cold or health condition..but cigarettes that's just cold and heartless.. especially if it's odd job $ and bday gift $..one thing I can say for my parents atleast is we might've been poor but they never stole from me and if they wanted cigarettes they'd get their responsibilities like rent ect and then go do an honest favor for a friend for some they'd atleast had enough kindness to not steal from me or anyone..but I feel for the folks in these stories.
Some of these straight up made me want to cry. I am by no means rich but I can faithfully say the Lord has brought me out of not having enough money and I am so blessed now. I have enough to pay all my bills and to be very comfortable. I am so grateful. I always want to tell people to trust the Lord because he can lift you up and make you prosper if you trust him.
I recently donated canned food at a grocery store. I always try to donate.
i *was* only poor on roblox, but i can tell you this: i just wanted everything i could get my hands on, but costs robux. i was a naive kid then, so i wasted all of my robux when i got it from my parents, all the way through the time i got builder's club (now premium), then i changed my spending strategy.
I was never really poor. But i used to where hand me downs in highschool and used to get made fun off because my shoes were so used up they had holes in the sole.smh
My moms always poor, there’s this egg drop we’re doing in school but my moms always mad and busy and has no time for me. I was going to ask her to take me to dollar store on Monday but she’s ALWAYS angry and whenever I tell her something she gives me a lecture CONSTANTLY. Now I’m crying because my egg is going to crack and I’m going to get a 0.
Do you have an email that I can get a hold of you at?
My family and I were so poor that many of us turned to cannibalism. I’m one of the very few survivors from a huge family. )’:
WhAT
no.fucking.way.
I was about 7 years old. Lived with mom and 2 brothers in ONE furnished room. We had no money and until the donated food arrived we ate sugar sandwiches and water. Yep... a slice of white bread with sugar on it. This was around 1951 in the Bronx. The donated food was not much better.
When my brother & I were young, we had to eat mayonnaise bread every day, 3 times a day. That was all we ever had at home. The worst part tho, is that my mom still denies that to this day. She convinced herself that we ALWAYS had a crockpot full of beans & that we 2 (super skinny) kids ate it all in one day. If it wasn't for my uncle & his family, would've starved or gotten sick. And my dad was (still is) a huge piece of crap. He'd visit us once a month just to sleep with my mom, & take back half of the money he brought for us. Both my brother & I are in better places now. Still poor, but at least our own kids always have full bellies. And BOTH of my parents live with me now. Funny how life works out.
My mother got divorced when i was 3 and remarried so we could be provided for. We were sort of upper middle class. Very well provided for but they treated me bad. I failed college. Im considered the family's failure and disappointment. I live in a 30 foot camper and work full time pay my own bills and I'm so grateful for a roof over my head
I was in class one day after i moved to a new country and a new school. We had to do an assignment about what food we ate every night for dinner. I only ate pasta or rice because I was a poor immigrant. My teacher then yelled at me for several minutes about how i can't just eat that for dinner every night and asked every other kid infront of me what they eat foe dinner and they all said they ate different things every night and then the teacher told me off saying all the other kids ate normal food so why didn't I.
Yeah, what’s wrong with you?
@@One-12937 ???
My father had a gambling problem and we suffered as kids, my mum was quite naive to my dad's issues and when he'd come home arguing with us about how we spend all his money while he works hard doing back breaking labour. So we hardly had much at home but it was OK!
The worst part about being poor wasn’t even realizing we were, but realizing it was entire out of my fathers negligence. He never got a credit card. He only worked for cash. It was all his fault and I struggle to forgive him
Wow I thought you were going to say father was dead beat who only spent money on drugs, alcohol or gambling . But didn't get a credit card ? You know not everyone qualify for a credit card and how would that have gotten you out of poverty ? Only worked for cash ?... So like most people
i think the poorest meal i ever had was when i was 18, living on my own, no job, no income, and like $2 to my name. i had absolutely no food, i mean NONE. No cheese, milk, bread, cereal. like nothing. i found a box of nearly 1 year old expired hamburger helper. i cooked it with no hamburger and no milk. was an absolutely terrible meal.
Having to wear the same clothes every day....
I know no one cares but here’s my story; The first time I accidentally dislocated my shoulder was when I was six. I was in a dumpster looking for something to eat and when I try to pull myself out of the dumpster I dislocated my shoulder.
@Jacky Linn for what? And too who?
@Jacky Linn why? Is isn’t like he cares or even knows I exist. When I was little I would pray to him when my mom was “punishing “ me .
@Jacky Linn he is just a imaginary friend a bunch of people have, and by chance he does exist than screw him. I never asked to be born or to be tortured by my mom.
@Default thank you
I can relate to a lot of these posts in this video. The sad part is I thought I was poor growing up. When I was in my 30s I seen an old tax return from my parents and they made a ton of money. So my whole childhood I thought I was poor when really we should have been living middle class.
If you are super-poor, here is an idea. On Halloween, get some bags, and go around with the kids and claim that you are doing a 'food drive'. In one hours time you can get enough food for a whole year depending on the neighborhood.
I was the oldest of 4 children. When I was 6 my mother managed to feed our family of 5 (my little brother had not been born yet)) on the $520 per month my dad was paid as a sergeant in the National Guard. The bad part of this was that my dad worked nights and to make some extra money my mom watched 3 of the neighbor kids while the single mother worked nights. I had to share my bedroom with the 13 year old boy because we were living in a 3 bedroom apartment and the 3rd bedroom was for my little sister and his 2 sisters. I remember how my mother would feed 8 people on 1 box of mac & cheese with a can of green beans and 4 hot dogs cut into it. My mother has told me that if she hadn't watched the neighbor's kids that she didn't know how she would have fed us as the neighbor lady paid her $80 per month to watch her kids. What my mother didn't know and that I have never been able to tell her is that the teenage boy sexually abused me almost every night that he stayed at our home. I never told her about it because he threatened to kill my 2 little sisters (ages 4 and 6 months at the time) if I made any noise at all. I ended up sleeping on my floor while my rapist got to sleep in my bed. Most times the only warning I had was when he would jump on my back knocking the breath out of me waking me up in the middle of the night. I know that if my mother was to find out now what that kid did to me that the knowledge would probably kill her. So on top of being so poor that we were practically starving (I got free lunch at school and dinner at home) I ended up being sexually abused by the only way my mom could earn enough money for the little that she could afford to feed us. I remember that the only time we ate food that came from a restaurant that year was my father stopped at the A&W and got 10 chili dogs and a half gallon of rootbeer because the chili dogs were on sale for 10 cents on Tuesdays and it was my birthday. My birthday gift that year was a beat up hot wheels car that my dad found in a parking lot. I also now realize how many times my mother didn't eat herself just so she could feed us kids. I also can't stand to eat salmon because we ate it probably 5 times a week in the summer because my dad would stop at the riverbank and catch them on the way home from work. The smell of salmon cooking still makes me retch to this day.
I dont know if I am gonna get discredited. But here you go.
I had to starve in order to save money.
I started doing it when I was 15. Now I am 18 and in college and still doing it. It's even tougher now I have to save money for public transport fare, internet, and materials for project, I got panic attack everytime my teacher or classmates mentions something about buying, money, travelling, or skills. because I know I have none of those
People always discredit me of not being poor after all by saying that there are people who faces harder issues as if mine isn't as painful enough.
When I was in elementary school, I used to pick up used water bottles and wash it and filling it up with pipe water to drink.
Also, it's a shock for me that people eat outside as a norm. When it's literally like spending millions to do so.
The one about the $30 and the piggy bank being robbed for the mom's cigarettes broke my heart.
the teller girl at the bank took the 10 dollar’s out and charged it to her bank account if i saw someone struggling to take out money or had very little money in there bank account i would make sure they were poor or struggling and then take money out charge it to my account and give it to them too but probably more then 10 dollar’s
Regarding the last post. Do schools not have a „fund“ of some sorts for student who cannot afford school activities? At my (public- but not in USA) school it was *mandatory* to attend weeklong school trips. Thus, there was always funding for students who couldn‘t afford it. Looking back, the whole point of making those trips mandatory, was to give less fortunate kids the experience of going on holidays such as hiking or skiing (including the lessons) without the financial burden. Loved every single Trip, they were so awesome.
I remember being 4 or 5 years old, living with just my mom and three sisters, and opening the fridge and seeing nothing but a single bottle of ketchup. Can't remember how I felt about it tbh. I don't think I cared since I was too busy playing teeball or playing with the other kids at the apartment complex.
im only 14... i don't have a happy ending yet, still going through it, im glad i have internet though, real nice
As a kid, there were many times where we had only rice and beans to eat. Good thing I had that white privilege, who knows how much worse it could have been!
Common theme: Divorce. One of the main causes of poverty...
I didnt grow up poor my mum worked and my dad was a plumber but my mum was terrible with the housekeeping money and wasted a lot of it, she is a lot more careful with money nowadays
That scout was a king
probably mixing mayo with rice when i was trying to find a better meal out of what i had in the fridge.
Poverty sucks. But having to ask my friend for a roll of toilet paper sucked a lot to me in 8th grade.
When i was 6 or 7 my mom told me we didn't have any food to make a whole meal we really had odds and ends so i called my brother we didnt have milk bread easy food cereal we had stuff actually had to cook but he brought over 3 big paper bags of groceries then when he saw our cabinets and that we had stuff that could be cooked he got pissed at my mom causeca six or seven year old can make a simple bowl of cereal soup or sandwich but shouldn't use the stove and have to cook a meal like chicken or spaghetti
Our mother was lazy her telling me that was her way of saying she didn't feel like cooking for her first second grade child or at least getting burgers like responsible parents do make sure their kids are fed
It’s not a poor story, because my family’s always been above that financially, but Back in 2008 (I think) we were in Dallas with mom, and one day she took us to KFC to eat, and she didn’t have enough to buy drinks, to which the manager was nice enough to just give them to us.
She then wondered why she didn’t have enough money for the meal, to which I told her because she bought a gigantic fucking pack of beer beforehand, and she had the nerve to get PISSED at me for questioning her choices. Yes, she was an alcoholic.
That, and there was a day where she outright REFUSED to make me food once, because she was on another of her looney rantings. Now because of that, the memory resurfaced a couple years ago, and I used to ask my then-boyfriend if he had eaten yet through text or phone calls (I asked him after he got out of work). He wondered why I would ask him every day, to which I told him the former story about it, and how it feels like to not have food and would rather know so I could’ve bought or made him something.
9:35 wtf?
Ultimately bring debited foods stamps because our family of four made $4/month to much.
Meanwhile CPS: I sleep
27:01 the teacher isn't obligated to give out money like that. The fact you think she had to is borderline entitlement
Bread suger butter and honey packets best snack when poor as a kid
8th comment and awh I feel bad djnd
I didn’t have lunch money and tried to pay with just a penny. Frick that lunch lady for not being gentle to a kid (me) that doesn’t know anything about money… !
Oh god I feel terrible I have know idea why but I feel so hungry I’m sick I have money and food IM NOT POOR not at all but my medicine makes me feel terrible for DAYS on end I took it probably about four or five days ago and haven’t taken it since I don’t feel good does anyone have any tips to make me feel better?
I don’t understand why people are ok with this at large
I hate being poor..!!!!! Being 60+ and living with a crazy cousin is embarrassing.... Moved in with my ex a few years ago in became very toxic even though we were just roommates... His house is worth around 400 thousand..
It's awful being under someone's thumb, they feel like, they can treat you any kind of way.... Dear God Mother of Jesus help...🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿
Praying for you that u get in a better situation. God bless you.
I dont know why my mom and step dad desided to have another child after my mom had two. Its so annoying being poor and i know i shouldent say it but i dont give a fuck i know i have "food" and a roof but now my mom disided to go on a diet and the "food" we have is nasty and unfilling unlike the old cheaper food we had. now that i have 2 siblings we cant do anything and its so odd they wanted one of there own as my step dad acts like me and my middle brother dont exist and only his blood child does im so annoyed right now idc about the grammer mistakes i made.
People are gonna talk about you. You cant keep giving them attention. ( bullies)
If you are poor, why do you have a dog to begin with?
I remember asking my dad what a pawn shop is and all he said was that it's a sad place for sad people. I figured out what people needed it for much later. I've never gone without, been damn lucky.
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I'm homeless
Anyone else watching at 2 views?
Sorry boo. It was only you and some one guy who doesn't live in the comment sections.
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Never had these type of issues these people are having, but I used to have to make money off the coins my dad collected from the pools he cleaned. Sometimes he went to clean at pools specifically this one mall in our city, my dad would collect these coins so I or anyone else in the family could exchange them from money, usually being like 25 dollars at most. Of course that wasn't our only source of money but I also recognized at the time that we were not as fortunate as the people that are like middle class living in the suburbs.