I was born in 1965, a “surprise” to a couple of survivors of the Great Depression. Growing up with parents who could have passed for grandparents, I learned a lot. I was taught what it was like to have nothing, to quit school in sixth grade to help earn money for food for the family.
My parents were “savers.” They lived simply and didn’t spend. They never had a mortgage or a car payment. They bought land and built their house. They always paid cash up front for cars. They encouraged me to get a job, which I did at 13 years of age. When it came time, they loaned me money (above that which I had saved and earned) for college at a zero percent interest rate. I paid them back in full.
It’s probably of no surprise that I am not only disgusted but also outraged at the fiscal reality of our country. Having worked nearly nonstop for 35 years and receiving that federal update yearly letting me know what I’ve earned so far in Social Security, it is disgusting to hear that Social Security will be insolvent in a matter of weeks. What we have all paid for is becoming a vanishing entity.
I don’t think I’m alone in stating that we, the real everyday Americans, are sick of the status quo. We need some hope. When will we get it?