I retied in 2010 because I needed to
take care of my mother as Huntington’s Disease ate away her brain and robbed
her of everything. For two years, she became the 24/7 focus of our entire
family. After she died, I returned to work part-time. Originally, I thought I’d
work only a couple of days each week.
To be honest, I appreciate having a
job. I love working with children in the classroom, visiting different campuses
throughout the month, and building my reputation with various faculties. I like
having a long list of positions to select from as I fill my calendar each week;
and my part-time job turned into working almost full-time during the last two
school years. Having employment keeps me out of trouble!
I realized the other day just how fortunate
we are that I can add income to our monthly budget. Right now, my pay helps
cover bills that didn’t exist when I retired seven years ago, like a car
payment. It goes toward the utilities, insurance, and taxes that continue to
climb year-by-year. Aren’t we lucky that I have the ability to take on another
job?
My husband’s company laid-off sixty
people a few weeks ago. Their projected budget for the next eighteen months
means he’s safe for now, but we have an unexpected threat looming that didn’t
exist in March. We’ve already run down the “what if” path and know we’ll
survive because I can always go back into the workforce full-time in a job that
pays more than my $80.00 per day substituting gig.
I know that many families don’t have a
second income earner “in reserve” who can swoop in to rescue the day when there’s
a lay-off. I worry about the single parent struggling across two minimum wage
jobs. I fret about the working poor—who already pull forty-hour work weeks and
cannot survive because they don’t receive a living wage. I agonize over my
retired teacher friend whose pension won’t cover the rising medical insurance
payment. It burdens me to know that many people don’t have savings,
investments, or family to fallback on—not just in an emergency, but to make it
through each and every day.
Copyright
2017 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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