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“You should I be happy the government is going after disability frauds. It makes people like you, real disabled people’s lives easier in the long run,” she spat.

 

“Any fraudulent activity needs to be investigated by the government, by the people themselves too. Anyone milking the system needs to be held accountable. But this clean-up activity is beginning with the poorest most vulnerable of the country, the world population. And if you believe that the government clamp down is helping the disabled – you’d be wrong.

Doctors are dropping Medicare patients like flies, doctors are afraid to prescribe medications that improve the quality of our lives. This is nothing more than a modern-day witch hunt.

If the government is so hyped to save money and catch frauds, then they should start from the top, look in the mirror, across their dinner party table, the golf tees.

Seriously, you think the 10% of the poorest, most sickly people are responsible for economic peril? Were any white-collar criminals being denied access to their health care, to their quality of life after the scandals?

Let’s be fair, fraud is fraud.

And fair is fair.

The government chose to pick on the weakest first. They blame the elderly, the poor and the disabled for skyrocketing medical costs which are sapping our economy. What a sinister way to accuse, torture and burn innocent people.

Like I said, a modern-day witch hunt. So, excuse me if I’m not happy about current disability fraud trials. Although, I’m happy by nature.”

Therapy Chickens – Miller Farm Friday

Originally posted on View from the Front Porch:

By Guest Blogger Chicken Wrangler Sara

We had a student from Uzbekistan living with us last school year. He was very quiet and spent most of his time in his room.

He came out to see the International Space Station pass overhead one night. Another time he came out to see the chickens hatching.

We had set quail eggs, bantam eggs and chicken eggs. Three bantam eggs, one chicken egg and one quail egg hatched. chick with brooder Over the process of several days, Andrey would check the incubator each morning to see the progress.

He helped me move them out to the brooder in the garage, and we stood to watch them for quite a while. He took pictures as I did.

He told me his sister had a chick one time.  She really loves animals.  He was going to send the picture to her.

It was a rare glimpse into his life far…

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Aristotle Said, then Dumbledore Said,

Victoria“You can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable.”
– Aristotle

Encourage.

Empower.

Educate.

This week I noticed a new global trend –

cuts in aide for the disabled, elderly and poor.

The links to the articles headlining in Europe, Ireland and the USA are listed below.

I feel compelled to share this news to educate.

Advocate.

Anti-Bullying campaigns saturate our schools, our social media sites and our air time to name a few.

The same hands signing anti-bullying legislation, co-signing tolerance are bullying the most vulnerable individuals and susceptible groups.

It is easy to kick a man, woman or child when he or she is down – whether legislation or society sanctions such behavior.

Easy to lock down the lower-class Titanic passengers.
Easy to kidnap sleeping Nigerian schoolgirls from their beds.
Easy to look away as Jews are murdered.
Easy to neglect disabled infants in sainted orphanages.

Bullying is easy.

The disabled, elderly and poor are being bullied – every day.

Bullied – plain and simple.

There is no campaign to stop the harassment, end needless mistreatment,
or suppress the oppression.

No Stop Bullying the Most Vulnerable, #standupforthesusceptible

In this moment in our global history,
when the world feels threatened by economic downturns, economic upturns, Global Warming, or Polar Vortexes, health insurance, or no health insurance, tax-cuts, tax-hikes or paying the mortgage, rent, or feeding your family, not feeding your family –

In this moment,
bullying is endorsed, a survival mechanism,
a defense against certain or
perceived demise of self, others;
a defense against change-
a defense against fear.

In this moment,
We can End Bullying, Bring Oppression to Knees, dignify our most vulnerable world citizens-
Be brave~~
Stand up~~
Speak up~~

Start here – or anywhere will do

National Disability Rights Network

http://www.ndrn.org/index.php

ADAPT!

http://www.adapt.org/

American with Disabilities Act (ADA) http://www2.ed.gov/about/offices/list/ocr/docs/hq9805.html

International: National Council on Disability http://www.ncd.gov/policy/international

Live your life to the best of your possibility, better the lives of others’ possibilities-

“We must all choose between what is right and what is easy.”
-Albus Dumbledore

http://buff.ly/1kcTYsc Disabled Students in Europe Protest Cut in Aide

http://buff.ly/1kcUp5D US Senate Budget Cuts Aid to Elderly, Disabled

http://buff.ly/1pvO5bo 50 US Cities Ban Feeding Homeless in Public Places

http://buff.ly/1pvO5bo Ireland, Disabled Pupil’s Exam Assistance Request Refused

From American Academy of Poets: Still I Rise, by Maya Angelou, One of My Inspirational Heroines, One of My Inspirational Angels

 

Still I Rise

 
Maya Angelou

 

 

Maya Angelou was born in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 4, 1928. She was an author, poet, historian, songwriter, playwright, dancer, stage and screen producer, director, performer, singer, and civil rights activist. In 1993, Angelou wrote and delivered a poem, “On The Pulse of the Morning,” at the inauguration for President Bill Clinton at his request. In 2000, she received the National Medal of Arts, and was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by President Barack Obama in 2010. Angelou died on May 28, 2014, in Winston-Salem, North Carolina where she had served as Reynolds Professor of American Studies at Wake Forest University since 1982.

Poetry by Angelou

 

“Quilts” 
by Nikki Giovanni

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“Duende” 
by Tracy K. Smith

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“Left”
by Nikky Finney

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Poem-a-Day

 

Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006,Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends.

A Lesson for Traveling

When I read the brief article below, memories flooded back to a trip to Aruba on a major airline.

My companion and I had learned from previous trips:
1. Handicapped Room Requests were just that – requests and the hotel is not responsible for providing accessible room to guests
who have special needs.
2. If you fall in Aruba (ahem) and suffer soft-tissue damage, you can call the airline to attain handicapped transportation services known as: Wheelchair Attendant to wheel you to your Gate for each arrival/departure.
3. If your travel agent (or person acquiring airline tickets) omits your need for wheelchair, you can ask your airline hostess for one to be made
available upon your arrival.
4. If your airline hostess fails to ask ahead on your behalf and the wheelchair attendant is not at the end of the gate ramp, do NOT exit the plane.

I repeat, do NOT exit the plane.

Why?

Because once you step off the airplane, you are no longer a customer, a frequent flier, a passenger – you are invisible to the staff.

How do I know this?

Because the exact scenario happened to me on a second trip to Aruba on a popular airline carrier.

The travel agent’s request for airline terminal handicapped assistance failed to show up on the tickets/boarding passes. We asked the hostess to please have one ready upon landing in Aruba Airport.
She said she would call it in ahead.
We believed her.
After landing in Aruba, no wheelchair or attendant waited for us at the end of the ramp.
My companion and I waited and repeatedly asked for a wheelchair.
Not one hostess acknowledged our plea.
My travel buddy stepped off the plane in search of help.
I stepped off the plane and continued to ask for a wheelchair.
Three professional airline hostesses stood straight ahead like muted mannequins with red, white and blue polyester scarves.

Ignored me – plain and simple.

Over twenty minutes passed without one sound, one utterance, one shred of humanity, compassion and may I add ‘professionalism.’

My buddy descended the ramp with a wheelchair, prepared to push me through the airport.

We managed balancing and hauling the luggage until we passed through Customs, hailed the hotel shuttle.

Although the flight attendant appeared to have never called in the request for a wheelchair upon landing in Aruba,

I did call the airline.

The customer service representative offered me a voucher for my next flight with their company.

I refused.

After an hour and a half, the representative grasped the depth of my complaint.

Tip 4: If you are treated poorly, complain in writing and through customer services.

Tip 5: Do not expect a response or follow-up.

Call and write the transportation company anyway. The more disgruntled the disabled and their companions are ‘on-record’ may mean positive, progressive change.

Change helps us live our life to the best of our possibilities.

http://www.turnto23.com/news/us-world/disabled-army-veteran-kick-off-florida-flight-because-of-service-dog-050814

Perspective from New Zealand

Short and sassy article from Kiwi author is right up this Blog’s alley.

New Zealander, Linda Kimpton wrote an article:Being disabled isn’t a disaster
http://www.stuff.co.nz/stuff-nation/assignments/do-new-zealanders-accept-difference/9997038/Being-disabled-isn-t-a-disaster

She shines a light on the human body’s fragility being a source of changing perspectives and improving authentic inclusion.

Her insight comes from a parental lens.
As a mother of a disabled child, she states;
People don’t seem to realise that they or their loved ones are only ever an accident or a twist of fate away from joining the “disabled community.”

The mere act of aging shifts people from the artificial category of “abled” to “disabled”.

I think if people could get past this binary thinking, and recognise that disability is a rather natural, if not inevitable, part of the human condition, then we’d be a step closer to the disabled being treated with dignity and respect.

Binary thinking indeed!

I am moved by her candor.

Linda Kimpton serves on the Board of Education and adds;
Being on a school’s board of trustees has shown me many ways in which a school that adapts to accommodate the disabled, ends up enriching the school experience of the other students.

She introduces simple and effective alternatives toward both short and long-term attitudes, short and long-mindsets and short and long-opportunities for improving lives for the disabled and those who love them or care for them.

‘When New Zealand society advances to the point where we recognise disability as just part of the spectrum of humanity, and that there is nothing perverse or backwards in finding the beauty, talents and joy in the lives of the disabled, then we will all be better off for it.’

“Being disabled isn’t a disaster”- so true.

Earthquakes, floods, hurricanes, tsunamis, oil spills, wars, animal welfare abuses, these are disasters.

The need for a change toward disability – a shift from dualistic thinking adds positive potential for All.

That’s how we like to roll here at Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility-

Thanks, Linda Kimpton for widening our lens down to New Zealand!

Popcorn, Rubber Gloves and Arthritis?

Most people enjoy watching their lives or personality traits appear on the small screen or the movie screen. The same fulfillment can manifest from reading a book and feeling as if the character is ‘just like me.’

The mainstream entertainment industry has been reluctant in hiring disabled actors to portray roles of disabled characters.
There has been a current pulse within the disabled community attempting to bring this discrepancy to public, social and cultural consciousness.

I fully support this endeavor as I recall a ghastly moment while watching a popular morning news show years ago.

One of the reporter’s decided to shoot a series of live segments wherein she mimicked an arthritic. Her intentions proved pure and she shined an authenticity to expose the devastation and pain an arthritic endures; simple tasks become huge undertakings.

Before the reporter placed yellow cleaning rubber gloves over her hands, she riddled the inside of the gloves with popcorn to mimic the cracking hand arthritis effect and the diminished range of motion associated
with the disease.

Popcorn shoved inside rubber gloves does not represent my personal experience with arthritis or my relationship to my disease.

That’s why I joyfully shared this article with you, the link is the first post in April.

Spread the word to the world – hire disabled actors to play disabled characters.

Spread the word to the world – integrate able-bodied with disabled on the stage of our world.

The director of the London Summer Olympic Ceremony took the opportunity to place disabled dancing, singing and enjoying the spirit Olympics bring to create international relationship, harmony, peace and respect.

My hat’s off to Danny Boyle for taking the leap!

And my reading glasses off to writer Esme Mazzeo and actor Ann Marie Morelli for creating the change!

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