“See this old shirt? I wore it to my son’s first baseball game tonight. Not because I wanted to, but because I had just gotten off work. I’m a welder, and clothes don’t last long before they just catch on fire constantly. I was able to make it to the game in time, but everyone was staring me up and down as if I was trash. Yes, my shirt had holes in it. This shirt has caught fire more times than I can count, just like every other shirt I work in. What they don’t know is that this shirt has helped me pay bills and put food on the table.
Quit judging people by what they wear. I’m not poor, and I’m not worthless. I work for a living, and all I have are work clothes and bedtime clothes. And I’m the only one who sponsored my kid’s team. Where was your suit and tie when it came time to help out? Remember, appearances don’t tell the whole story.”
