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I am a Hair Stylist. I cut your hair, your kids hair, your parents hair. I am accomplished at this and love what I do. I pay my rent, my bills and my taxes yet own nothing but a car. I love my life, even love my old car. I take care of myself and my health, however.....
Last year I was diagnosed with Aggressive Inflammatory Breast Cancer and had no medical insurance. It took me 3 months to start treatment while it spread to my lymph nodes. Thank god my income was low enough I got accepted to Medi-Cal since without it I would be Dead right now. One year later and I am still in treatment which had I started right away would not have been so extreme. But, I am alive today!
I am the 99%
Some of these are hard luck stories. Some are just frustrating. Some will be about people who try to make it in this world but, except for public safety nets, they would be on the street. Some will be about the inability to get off the hamster wheel. All will hopefully make you think about whether we should continue to cut into our social programs.
The rest of the stories I relate will be of friends, or people one removed from me. Either I know the person personally, or I know the person who knows them.