Gentle readers: I do not aspire to be “inspiring”. I aspire to be hilarious. Disabled people get up and do what I did every. single. day. If you want to be inspired I will tell you about Alan. Alan is confined to an electric wheelchair, and has just enough mobilty to use his joystick and his computerized communication board. He can’t hold his head up very well, and he drools. I often see him on the bus on his way home. The other place I see him is at Pike Place Market, where he busks by playing songs on his comm board. And then he gets himself on the bus and goes home. That’s inspiring, I am a piker in comparison.
If you can’t see the hilarity of trying to shuffle two walkers and two dogs on a bus, then you just haven’t ridden the bus lately. And how about some long-haired, bushy-bearded guy hopping on a bus and giving a woman a purse? Oh, I hadn’t told you that The Boyo has long hair and a bushy beard. Never mind.
Disabled people for the most part don’t want to be inspiring, they just want to live. They aspire to the spirit of the American’s with Disabilities Act. They wish to “boldly go where everyone else has gone before.” Seventy per cent of the disabled are unemployed. There could be some Stephen Hawkings out there who are going to waste. But they have to choose between being able to live, and being able to work. That’s the system, and it’s a stupid system. For more background, you can read my kvetchings over at The View From the Bottom of the Shaft.
In other observations, it is the law that cars are supposed to stop for people in the crosswalks or at an intersection. It is my observation that the folks in BMWs and Lexi don’t stop, but the people in rusted out Hondas, do. And in my opinion, that’s whats wrong with this country. The folks who have the money have no care of ordinary folks, or even of the law.
I’m tired tonight. Maybe it was the trip yesterday, maybe it was spending an hour to go a block to the drug store to get some chicken broth and a loaf of bread. In 80° heat. I have good days and bad days. For every sparkling up day, there is a down day. Or two or three. So I think I will go to sleep soon, and hope tomorrow is better.