This place that breaks your heart when you can’t help a mom keep a roof over her head and protect her family.
This place where you set it down, in that dark place, so you can help her make it through this moment, the next moment, and the next.
This place where you empathize with the anxiousness she feels, the fear of nowhere left to turn, and you wince at the tears in her voice.
This place, where donating plasma so she can keep a roof over her head is the reality of America.
And you help her, in that moment, to prioritize her thoughts, and focus her behavior on surviving today, silently hoping that her resilience and her natural, primitive instinct to survive will carry her through these moments today. Just for today. Because today she fights the battle of poverty, addiction, homelessness, weariness, fear, and hunger.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow she lives to fight another battle.