When you go from Middle Class to Food Stamps via Cancer and a Car Accident you sometimes have a mental breakdown

by Leslie Jacobs


My mom fell at a corporation because they didn’t clean their walk very well of snow. She died the following year she was 87. The corporation said they would reimburse all the expenses of the Dr home healthcare nursing home so I paid it out of my retirement savings because I didn’t have the 65,000 in my savings account for the rainy day that happened. Make it a monsoon.

The insurance provider for the corporation decided not to answer my phone calls until I screamed into the phone now I have breast cancer. Will you please return my call it still took him an hour to call back.

After a few years of crying, they finally decided $9000 was enough and they got away with it because of the statue of limitations.why didn’t I hire a lawyer because my mom didn’t want me to she believed because she fell at where she retired from her employer would not screw her thank God she died and didn’t see what the lawyers did to me. I’ve realized that the corporations do this almost everyone it’s not personal they say after telling me to stop crying or I’m going to hang up on you a lawyer in Farmington for the corporation said I was in my early 50s working and looking for a full-time job.

I was laid off in 2008 from my union job and I’ve never financially recovered because I aged out of the job market.

In rapid succession after my mom died, I had breast cancer and then my favorite person died. My cousin Michael he and I grew up together. It was devastating.

Time employee for a union I was making bank. I loved being middle class. I loved being able to pay my taxes and help people I knew and didn’t know.

I miss being part of America, but I guess I’m more American now than ever since I’m on food, stamps and heating assistance and the greatest gift from God and Connecticut healthcare thank you Connecticut thank you Democrats. You saved my life.

Quick Food Stamps story—talking to a couple in big Y-the woman and I talking up a storm and the minute I said to the cashier I’m on food stamps-the woman stopped talking to me-and whispered something to her husband and turned her back.

Now, I don’t care who knows I’m on food stamps. This is how you survive in America now. I didn’t realize that surviving wasn’t living until Meghan Markle said “it’s not enough to survive-you have to thrive.”