I Would Have Starved Without the Food Bank
I stood there shocked. It was the day after my roommates and I had thrown a huge party. I had opened the cupboards and realized that we had literally been eaten out of house and home....
When I first moved out on my own there was a tremendous amount of adjustment time. I was young, foolish and unfortunately in bad company. To make matters worse, I didn't know how to budget, I had bills to pay, I had to finish my schooling and couldn't find a job better than a counter attendant/bakery assistant at a doughnut shop. I worked graveyard shifts for over a year at the wage of $6.10/hour and I did this while attending high school. How I did it, I really don't know. These were not the best times in my life.
I remember moving from cupboard to cupboard and feeling completely overwhelmed by the disparity. There was nothing to eat. To make matters worse, we had no money. Nothing. Not a penny until our pay checks, which were over a week and a half away. I knew I could eat one free meal daily at the doughnut shop but I had no idea what I was going to eat for my other meals.
That was when I realized it. We needed to go to the food bank.
I recall trying to think of an alternative. I believed that food banks were for homeless people and that I would be taking from someone more needy than I.
However, I soon realized that if I didn't go, there would be repercussions. I needed food to keep my mind and body healthy.
I swallowed my pride and went.
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