My name is John
When I was born, I lost my mother; my family pitched in and raised me. When I was eighteen years old, I joined the Marine Corps. I was sent to Vietnam as an infantryman. After I finished my service, I traveled to many states and cities. I met many people who were struggling to make a living. A lot of these people needed to go to the food bank for their food since they did not have any money to buy food for themselves. I worked for the postal service for seventeen years. I have retired for medical reasons. I struggle every day, but I’m holding on.