It is impossible to spend more than a few hours walking the streets of downtown Saint Augustine and not know about the excessive homeless population. Children and adults alike (so many teens!) huddled together in the shadows or making and selling some inexpensive bauble - usually flowers formed from folded up corn-stalk.
It seemed, at first, that I would find no mention of the phenomenon that Food Security in St Augustine (or indeed the rest of North Florida), that it was a problem of the homeless. I know that this is not the truth; there are families - in homes, and with jobs who struggle to feed themselves.
In late 2009, Florida was ranked 30th among the 50 U.S. States for food security*. But below the national average - with 12.2% of households "food insecure" and 4.9 percent with "very low food security." This would be reassuring if it didn't mean that one in eight households in my city have to face hunger on a regular basis.
I imagine that this is partially due to the recent recession, difficulty in finding work and government assistance, but otherwise, I have trouble making peace with this idea.
I've been hungry - really hungry - once in my life. I was unemployed, renting a trailer and working at a Day Labor facility here in town. Some days, there just wasn't enough work. I struggled to pay for Ramen Noodles. It was harsh. And I know my experience cannot speak for anyone else's, but I got a menial labor job at Burger King and I busted my ass to ensure it wasn't a problem again (knock on wood).
When I first approached this topic, I assumed that Food Security would only be a problem for the homeless, during Flood conditions or due to Storm Damage. I see now that those assumptions were erroneous.
While I cannot find reference to what causes this insecurity with food, I found a number of area groups organized to combat it:
I feel a kind of outrage, aimed primarily at myself - at those who share in my oft-times excessive lifestyle. I over-eat, I regularly indulge in candies and snacks I neither need or particularly want. I eat sometimes when I am thirsty, and I know it.
I'm not going to stop eating, but I sure as hell am going to look at ways to curb my [appetite is the wrong word]. At the very least, I will stop wasting my hard-earned money on soda pops and candies when I could be donating it to people - children - who don't get to eat right here in my home town. I'm too pissed off, too disappointed, to write further.
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