I spent four years as an assistant manager at Cinnabon on the Pennsylvania Turnpike pulling in a whopping $6/hour. YOU try feeding 3 people on that wage.
I, however, refused to swallow my pride and apply for food stamps or medical assistance or section 8 housing. I scraped by on what I had. When I bought groceries, I bought them with the kids in mind - how much of a, b, and c do I need to feed the kids? When I made dinner at night, the kids ate first. I had any scraps that remained - a fish stick and two bites of mac and cheese, or half a chicken nugget and a handful of fries. I was thin back then, but I was very, very, painfully hungry. The bulk of my daily food intake was a free Cinnabon for lunch during my work shift.
The only assistance I accepted was a child care subsidy because without it, I would have been paying out more for daycare for two toddlers than I was bringing home in a pay period. Without that subsidy, I would have been unable to work.
While I'm happy that you, P4P, have never had to want for anything in your life, never had to hang your head and walk into the office of shame, never had to scrape together pennies to put gas in the tank and hope against hope it would be enough to get you home in a blizzard with tiny, dependent people in the backseat, we have not all been so fortunate.
I wish you would have applied for assistance - you were exactly why it is there, and I am happy to contribute taxes toward it.
P4P and people like him will never understand the need for social services, until they need them. It's just pure ignorance.