When I was young, I remember seeing my peers that lived on the other side of the tracks. Life seemed so much easier to live. I did not see a visible struggle for the basics. Food was a given, clothes were a given, braces and leather shoes were givens. They seemed to start off at such a higher place. For a kid living in a place where you were not sure if they lights would be on when you went home, that puzzled me. I was for sure that life was not supposed to be this hard to live. In turn, I never knew how much hard work went into being middle class. I never knew that living in an upscale neighborhood cost more than living in my neighborhood. I am talking about way more. I did not know what it took to own a house or to really have a car. I grew up on welfare, so much of my life at that time was free. Even the Christmas toys were free. My school lunch was free. My medical bills were paid for by the State. I thought free was equivalent until I grew up and paid for these services. My medical treatments was different when it was paid for. My specialist were more special, my home meant more to me after paying the taxes. I took care of things that I paid for much better. I eventually realized that free often was substandard. Free came with strings attached that you did not see and often times, you really did end up paying. David would not offer up to the Lord, that that cost him nothing. Even if you have to buy it at the Goodwill, pay something.
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