A man and a women in electric wheelchairs are driving down the sidewalk, bumping each other.  They are laughing.  People don’t know what to make of the odd pair.  A walker asks them, “Are you okay to be out alone?” We just go our merry way, enjoying the beautiful outdoors.  If the person knew who we are, they wouldn’t ask that question.  The professional painter and the author will have the last laugh someday, but we will always be retarded to some people.  To our people we are Stasia and Steve. 
We went to the fireworks together.  She accidentally turned off my wheelchair when she bumped into me.  A policeman helped.  She is pretty neat.  Yes Patti, one step at a time.  That’s in the second book!  I will try to take your advice. 
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Argh

June 24, 2016

It takes Medicaid and Medicare a year to approve an electric wheelchair or a communication device, but it only takes two days for the government to approve a person for a gun.  Is this right?  Only in America can this happen.

The System

June 14, 2016

The system is funny in how it works.  It can take its own sweet time in ordering an electric wheelchair.  The system wants the disabled to be happy, productive and independent. But the system doesn’t provide adequate care to the disabled, like paying low wages to care attendants, causing a high turnover rate. Disabled people are just statistics, living in poverty.  People say that people with disabilities deserve the best, but they don’t want to pay more taxes.  Why should the disabled live in poverty?

Work

June 6, 2016

Politicians always promise a better life to people.  And people will believe it.  The only way to improve one’s life is through hard work and dedication.  I laugh when I hear some of my attendants, talking about striking it rich by playing the lottery.  They waste their money on buying lottery tickets and ordering out everyday.  Then they sit around doing nothing complaining about how hard their life is.  Meanwhile I just keep writing pursuing the American dream!