So, I’m out yet again. Man, the stuff’s getting old. The government doesn’t want to pay enough for provider care to be worthwhile, so crips go without more often than not if they’re on their own. I also know it’s colder than a witch’s tit today, but still, I’ve got a life too. The alternative’s to move into a “home,” which is not an option for me. I’ve got a family. I’ve worked too hard to get where I am to rot in an institution.
I’ve out on my own since I was 18, that’s 23 years. It’s not been easy, but nothing keeping, is. But, Man, can’t a crip get a break…every once in a while? I’m the optimistic cynic, I guess. How ya like that for an oxymoron? I want to be positive knowing the hand I’m holding is a house of jokers. It goes back to my mindset as a kid, I know my abilities, so I trust me, myself, and I. At the end of the day, you are really all you have. I’m blessed to have Joey to understand and help
Push yourselves, Guys, think outside the box. Be the ball.
Be good to each other.