May 2, 2010
Dear Senators Boxer and Feinstein:
My last unemployment check came the first week of April.
Yesterday I went out to talk to someone about some work and I could not find her. I almost ran out of gas trying to find her.
After putting a little bit of gas in my car so I could continue looking for work this week, I now have $7 left.
I have been unemployed for over a year. Despite what lots of nasty people say, I do not sit around waiting on that check to come. I have interviewed on numerous occasions only to finish second every time.
Maybe I am too old to work again, after all I have hit the magic number of 55 where apparently employers draw the invisible line. All my peers without work are experiencing the same phenomenon, we are all too old. Of course no one is going to come right out and create a law suit for themselves by admitting this.
However, look at the fastest growing age group and they we are. Friends in IT tell me they are terrified of losing their job if they have gray hair.
I make a lot of effort to give back to my community. Last weekend I volunteered with the local La Mesa Verde program to assist a family planting a garden in its back yard to produce their own healthy food.
But Senators, where is the understanding from Washington that so many people are hurting? We need another unemployment extension. It is time to act on our behalf, without fear, the same way we have to face each day, despite rejection after rejection.
We, the unemployed, are staring over a precipice, looking at loss after loss. Our homes gone, our lives destroyed through greed, avarice and an uncaring system that has spit us out as collateral damage, unneeded any longer. We need you to listen to the pain, the anguish. the cries of us weeping from all the loss.
That was me crying in my room last night, maybe you heard me? No one in DC seems to hear those moments of terror and pain and loss. Did someone hear us?
I was wondering what I was going to do on Monday with $7. Eat maybe? Probably not.
Perhaps someone could see into my room last night as I lay weeping on my floor, asking for someone to believe in.
Please do something to help. Really, our lives depend on you.