The Voiceless Minority

  So, it's been about a week or so since I last posted.  Since then, I've gotten older.  I had my 27 th  birthday, which was a quiet one this year.  One of the more unexpected gifts that I got was a  Voiceless Minority  T-shirt. It looks pretty awesome.  I will soon post pictures, thanks to my family for getting it for me.  Speaking of family, it due to recent conversations that family and disability will be the subject of this post.              I am not a psychologist, even though I took a few classes here and there.  However, I do believe it is human nature to want offspring. Our lives are only a blip on the cosmic radar.  It is through offspring that one leaves impressions and legacies behind.  This blog will not discuss how there is an overwhelming number of disabled children in America that need to be adopted, even though that is the problem that needs to be addressed, instead let's talk about disability and love.             In one of my earliest blogs, I talked

Okay, so it’s been a few days. I’ve been busy, and I finally submitted the first round screenplay to the NYC Midnight Screenwriting Challenge along with promoting my friend’s show “My Gimpy Life.” Teal and her team are interviewing five candidates this week to fulfill the position of Social Media Coordinator, hopefully. Good luck to my friend Jessica Rose who has an interview today with MGL.        Over the last couple of days, during my hiatus from blogging, a significant issue has arisen in my life, which has inspired me to write this blog. I have had a couple of hiccups with my aide care. When these issues first occurred, I wanted to blog, but I didn’t because I would have come across as bitter and angry if I had. Now I can blog about it because I am removed from the situation. I am not upset and angry but just disappointed in my generation and their dealings with others. This blog has not only addressed disability issues, but it will handle a generational issue as well.        

"Dreams are never destroyed by circumstance. They live or die in your heart. My dreams come true not in spite of my circumstance but because of it...For those of us in this life who are afraid to change, life will change for us. Then it is always a more painful experience...Dreams new dreams or dream old dreams in new ways. Think new thoughts or think old thoughts in new ways...The miracles of our lives do not come about by grand events, but by the little things we have chosen to do...The biggest problems come about because I avoid the little things too long...The difficult takes time; the impossible just takes a little longer" -Art Berg. I read this quote in a book that I’m reading by Chad Hymas. This is a quote from his mentor.  Yet again, nothing surprises me. Being disabled you are given a unique set of playing cards. Sometimes a few of those playing cards go missing and you find them later. Then you wonder to yourself, where is that when I needed it? This awful card