Turn 60 tomorrow, unemployed for the last 16 months, for the first time in my life I cannot get a part-time job for minimum wage. Too many people are competing for too few jobs. As I go through these last few months of unemployment insurance, I wonder what it will feel like to move away from my modest home, nowhere to go, reduced, to a stupid group of molecules and atoms holding on to conscious feeling, and humanity. I have wondered if the end-game for me will include digging my own grave, sitting next to a posted sign that asks compassion from whoever passes by to roll me in and cover me with the Good Earth. I am losing hope and feel sickened by the politics and greed that effect me and so many. I fear that that there will not be another job, healthcare, enough food, and a safe place to live. I don't want to give up and believe it is important to say something before it is too late.
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