There are days that seem to conspire to make you remember how lucky you are.Â Today I got a letter from my health insurance.Â I’ve got Cobra and until this month the government had been subsidizing my payments. Today I found out that the subsidy has ended and my bill’s gone from $160 to $445.Â I am trying to swing it as a freelance landscape architect/artist/writer and don’t have a steady income.
When I got off the phone with the company I had my standard stressed out neck ache.Â I spent the next few hours googling alternatives with no luck.Â Health insurance is just expensive.
I took a break from the computer to work on some Christmas projects and had just started silk screening when the door bell rang.Â There was a man on the porch asking for work.Â he had no front teeth and a scruffy look but he was willing to do anything- clean the gutters, rake leaves- to get a few bucks.Â It is cold in Nashville tonight, near freezing.Â He had on a light jacket.Â Â I’ve never had someone show up on my porch asking for work and my landlord pays someone to do all that work.Â As I was telling him this my heart was breaking but I was in slightly panicked and on auto pilot.Â No we don’t need help, no I’m sure about that.Â He gave me a plaintive look as he asked one last time “Are you sure??Â I am just trying to do this the honest way.”Â Again I said no and turned to go back into my warm house where my fancy laptop was playing country music and my silk screen project awaited me.
Immediately I was sorry I hadn’t come up with some small job for him.Â Just a little raking so that I could pay him $5 and we could both have felt like we’d done something to help.Â Â Instead I roamed around the house staring at all our stuff and feeling horrible.Â We see poverty every day in the city.Â Homeless people selling papers, bums on the street with a cup of change but it is profoundly different when someone is standing on your porch asking for help.Â I am sorry that I didn’t think faster.