Today’s Middle Class Monday is really special. We were in the middle class and then, five months ago, Mr. Brickie fell off a ladder and shattered his wrist and *poof* we were out of the middle class just like that. Today marks the day we’re back! When a poor person gets injured they may have been working for cash or under the table. They may not get workman’s comp. They may not have a way to support themselves when they are hurt. Even if they do, they may not have a way to get to physical therapy and post-op surgery appointments. There are so many ways a situation can go…
"Why didn't you answer it?" I ask, even though I know the answer as plan as the pillow on my cheek. "I was asleep." He says in a tone not unlike one my daughter will use when she is a teen. The defensive whine cuts through the air and I am angry.