i think this is something that is very ingrained into the British sensibility. The NHS is a massive cornerstone of our society. I’m pro-welfare state i think, as it gives people who may not have as much as others the chance to get somewhere better than where they might have been headed. It’s important to many people although the rich don’t like it.
The chickens were bunched together as though they did not know any other way to be. The cold air on their poor plucked and pimpled flesh seemed to frighten them.
hmm.. It’s something that can bring great benefit to the community and help those who truly need our support however, just like everything else in the world, it can be abused and used for the wrong reasons. Does that mean we shouldn’t have it in our societies? I don’t think so.
That’s what we were. Welfare kids. So poor that the government felt bad for us. So poor we needed food stamps. Sometimes, it felt like I was too poor to afford an identity.
The welfare system ignores so many of the people who most desperately need it. It makes you jump through hoops forty-thousand feet up just to prove you need the help. When you fail, – and you will fail – it makes sure to remind you that your failure is your fault. Yours. Because if you really needed the help, you’d already have it.
Isn’t welfare the right
to die peacefully after working
selling fruits in the corners of the streets
after having like 13 kids
or is it just a state of being?
as he packed her into the back of a cab and threw loose change at her, he screamed, it’s your welfare I care about, Shannon.
But she knew he was lying, even as the car drove away, he was relieved to be rid of her. because any minute now, his wife was coming home with his two beautiful children. She knew, she’d been watching them for weeks.
Jeremaih 29:7
” But seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to the Lord on behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare.”
i’m on welfare. not a sentence i ever expected to write unless i expected to write fiction. this is not that. this is real life and in my real life i show up at a building every day from 9-5 so that i may be assisted by the system. welfare wins a fight i didnt even realize i was having.
I am stuck in the sludge of the way society has set me up to fail. I am lost in the system. I have no means to care for myself because my family has ditched me on the side of the road. I don’t have an address so nowhere will hire me. I don’t have hope other than the government. The big machine that sent me down this path in the first place. They are a large part of the ill of my situation, and yet they are the only thing that gives me any hope.
I think American People have a good welfare as my country. My country if you not graduate in high school you will not have a good job. You gonna work hard for job you don’t like
Her welfare was all that mattered now. There was no way that I would survive the night, but she had to live. So I did the only thing I could think of, I threw myself onto of her and prayed for the first and last time in my life.
She looked into her wallet and tried to mentally calculate how long the cash she found in there would last her. Not long enough, that’s for sure. She gulped and carefully placed her wallet back in her bag. There was no denying it anymore. She needed to take drastic measures.
My group was welfare off that day, they all had fun and they were all happy. And all was good with them. They went and ate some pizza. And had lots of fun.
WHaT THE FUCK! I stare at the word written in bold in front of me. Welfare? How can I be a welfare child? I thought my parents had brought me into this world themselves. I did not know that I WAS AN ADOPTED child from A WELFARE HOME!
Government, red tape, big cities, gritty south side, squalor, food stamps to feed the brood, donuts, cheese puffs, potatoes and macaroni, gang land, guns and drugs, expect to die before you’re twenty… Put your oxygen mask on first before assisting others and assume the crash position… Red tape to yellow tape and chalk lines…
I remember the first time I went in. I didn’t want to – that’s for sure. I was permanently giving up whatever remained of my pride, I thought to myself. But then there was that other Obi-Wan Kenobi-esque voice, the one telling me ‘true strength is knowing one’s limits/when one needs help/some other variation of that.’ And the welfare certainly helped.
She saw him walking back long before he saw her. His head was down and though she already knew, she asked anyway.
‘Well, how did it fare?’. She waited. He just shook his head. And that was answer enough. There would be no welfare for them this cold, cruel winter.
a couch.
I sleep on a couch.
flies.
flies swarm the week old bananas I should have thrown out
but mom might have yelled at me.
fleas.
or are they flies?
It’s hard to tell the difference.
Petunia Greer was the impoverished single mother of four children under the age of eight, surviving off monthly welfare checks and her job at the local supermarket. She woke at five every morning to the blare of her alarm and rolled out of bed, tugging on the bright red polo shirt, black slacks, and black apron that made up her uniform for work.
They checked on the welfare of my child because they thought there was a threat to it. And they thought I was that threat. What could I have done to be considered a threat to my child? It wasn’t what I have done – it was merely my existence. My existence as a mentally ill woman.
They told her that she didn’t deserve to stay on welfare, and they told me that I ought to take her in and make an honest woman out of her. After all, I had both the money and the connections – may as well as put her through some sort of “rehabilitation,” right? But the truth was, she didn’t need me, and I didn’t need her. She could manage just fine with the scraps of government aid she received, and in the meantime, she was too proud – too headstrong, justifiably so – to ask for any sort of alms from a more financially successful person.
welfare. The health and fortune of one individual. Or more perhaps. Many seek this “welfare”. Is it special? To some it may be. And to others.. not much so. Welfare depends on where you live. What environment. What economy.
Those who get it need more help than just the financial that they get, because more than poor families in America is broken ones, and that is the real problem.
For I know he Plans I have for you! He will help you in your welfare he has A PLAN for YOU! don’t forget it!
hobos, black people, poor people, money, government.
i think this is something that is very ingrained into the British sensibility. The NHS is a massive cornerstone of our society. I’m pro-welfare state i think, as it gives people who may not have as much as others the chance to get somewhere better than where they might have been headed. It’s important to many people although the rich don’t like it.
The chickens were bunched together as though they did not know any other way to be. The cold air on their poor plucked and pimpled flesh seemed to frighten them.
they promised help.
but it is not very helpful.
They promised –
well, who can be trusted anymore?
Worry does not mean nothing, it does imply something and welfare is a neccessity. It is money, it is bills.
He took the oath today.
For the welfare of his countrymen.
For protecting them.
And he became their pride on his last day as he laid his life.
hmm.. It’s something that can bring great benefit to the community and help those who truly need our support however, just like everything else in the world, it can be abused and used for the wrong reasons. Does that mean we shouldn’t have it in our societies? I don’t think so.
That’s what we were. Welfare kids. So poor that the government felt bad for us. So poor we needed food stamps. Sometimes, it felt like I was too poor to afford an identity.
people should get drug tested if they wanna be on welfare. they should have jobs and be monitored on what they spend.
The welfare system ignores so many of the people who most desperately need it. It makes you jump through hoops forty-thousand feet up just to prove you need the help. When you fail, – and you will fail – it makes sure to remind you that your failure is your fault. Yours. Because if you really needed the help, you’d already have it.
Isn’t welfare the right
to die peacefully after working
selling fruits in the corners of the streets
after having like 13 kids
or is it just a state of being?
Any form of Govt which does not have some sort of Welfare system to take care of under privileged people is no good.
I am getting my welfare check tommorow. It has two thousand dollars written on it. I think I will purchase a potato gun with it.
as he packed her into the back of a cab and threw loose change at her, he screamed, it’s your welfare I care about, Shannon.
But she knew he was lying, even as the car drove away, he was relieved to be rid of her. because any minute now, his wife was coming home with his two beautiful children. She knew, she’d been watching them for weeks.
Jeremaih 29:7
” But seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to the Lord on behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare.”
When i think of welfare i think of human needs and wants, let’s face it..we all want things you know? that is what i think the word means.
i’m on welfare. not a sentence i ever expected to write unless i expected to write fiction. this is not that. this is real life and in my real life i show up at a building every day from 9-5 so that i may be assisted by the system. welfare wins a fight i didnt even realize i was having.
the Society for Promotion of Elfish Welfare is also known as S.P.E.W.
What some people take advantage of. What some people need in order to survive these days with the cost of living being so high and expensive.
I am stuck in the sludge of the way society has set me up to fail. I am lost in the system. I have no means to care for myself because my family has ditched me on the side of the road. I don’t have an address so nowhere will hire me. I don’t have hope other than the government. The big machine that sent me down this path in the first place. They are a large part of the ill of my situation, and yet they are the only thing that gives me any hope.
When i think of the word welfare i think of war, killing people the usual……
I think American People have a good welfare as my country. My country if you not graduate in high school you will not have a good job. You gonna work hard for job you don’t like
Her welfare was all that mattered now. There was no way that I would survive the night, but she had to live. So I did the only thing I could think of, I threw myself onto of her and prayed for the first and last time in my life.
She looked into her wallet and tried to mentally calculate how long the cash she found in there would last her. Not long enough, that’s for sure. She gulped and carefully placed her wallet back in her bag. There was no denying it anymore. She needed to take drastic measures.
The welfare of the people was at stake. War broke out in the streets; women and children lay dead at the feet of monsters. Something had to be done.
My group was welfare off that day, they all had fun and they were all happy. And all was good with them. They went and ate some pizza. And had lots of fun.
WHaT THE FUCK! I stare at the word written in bold in front of me. Welfare? How can I be a welfare child? I thought my parents had brought me into this world themselves. I did not know that I WAS AN ADOPTED child from A WELFARE HOME!
I see stars at night and the sun shining as I awaken, this is not welfare. Welfare is thinking about the stars at night and the sun shining.
Government, red tape, big cities, gritty south side, squalor, food stamps to feed the brood, donuts, cheese puffs, potatoes and macaroni, gang land, guns and drugs, expect to die before you’re twenty… Put your oxygen mask on first before assisting others and assume the crash position… Red tape to yellow tape and chalk lines…
I remember the first time I went in. I didn’t want to – that’s for sure. I was permanently giving up whatever remained of my pride, I thought to myself. But then there was that other Obi-Wan Kenobi-esque voice, the one telling me ‘true strength is knowing one’s limits/when one needs help/some other variation of that.’ And the welfare certainly helped.
She saw him walking back long before he saw her. His head was down and though she already knew, she asked anyway.
‘Well, how did it fare?’. She waited. He just shook his head. And that was answer enough. There would be no welfare for them this cold, cruel winter.
a couch.
I sleep on a couch.
flies.
flies swarm the week old bananas I should have thrown out
but mom might have yelled at me.
fleas.
or are they flies?
It’s hard to tell the difference.
Petunia Greer was the impoverished single mother of four children under the age of eight, surviving off monthly welfare checks and her job at the local supermarket. She woke at five every morning to the blare of her alarm and rolled out of bed, tugging on the bright red polo shirt, black slacks, and black apron that made up her uniform for work.
“I can look after myself. I don’t need you breathing down my neck every five seconds.”
“I’m just doing what any salt-of-the-earth father would do.”
“Oh, puhleeze! You only started showing up because you probably found out I inherited mom’s house.”
They checked on the welfare of my child because they thought there was a threat to it. And they thought I was that threat. What could I have done to be considered a threat to my child? It wasn’t what I have done – it was merely my existence. My existence as a mentally ill woman.
I think of a long line, one I have never stood in and never hope to.
They told her that she didn’t deserve to stay on welfare, and they told me that I ought to take her in and make an honest woman out of her. After all, I had both the money and the connections – may as well as put her through some sort of “rehabilitation,” right? But the truth was, she didn’t need me, and I didn’t need her. She could manage just fine with the scraps of government aid she received, and in the meantime, she was too proud – too headstrong, justifiably so – to ask for any sort of alms from a more financially successful person.
welfare. The health and fortune of one individual. Or more perhaps. Many seek this “welfare”. Is it special? To some it may be. And to others.. not much so. Welfare depends on where you live. What environment. What economy.
Those who get it need more help than just the financial that they get, because more than poor families in America is broken ones, and that is the real problem.