This is my story about being poor. My family says I am Indian as well as poor. I thought I was rich, but I have a story to tell. And it's all about being poor. Oh yea, I am female as well. First, being an Indian , the world is a big reservation. ( I do not live on a reservation and receive no benefits relating to an Indian hertitage). I sit now starting this aidpage message listening to the clock ticking. Being poor to start with you have no television, no cable... You try to work, but being poor you might be able to fool some people sometimes , but not always. You finally get electric, at least temporary only to supply yourself with appliances you don't use.Like my refrigerator, EMPTY No use making ice ,water from the facet is cold enough and the hot water is a blessing that takes my whole income just to keep hot.My food suuply pantry is somthing like this: a dozen eggs to last one month, twelve eggs for one month, that's lucky cause some month's have 31 days. I just use either the egg whites or the egg yolk per meal, so I can make them last 24 days. I have flour as well, I spread it out on the counter and set out my pots and pans . I guess I should be able to make dumplings. So I have this basic recipe I'd like to share : Dumplings / flour and water : mix until thick : drop in boiling water:; serve with salt and pepper. This is my dinner for the day, flour and water dumplings. And yes, I have salt! Not having a car is another big problem , it makes you look like you got all day to walk around, especially in an area that is being built up and promoted as a tourist destination. This is my cover page for my resume.