tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post2789520605525945046..comments2024-03-19T07:36:33.915-04:00Comments on Of Battered Aspect: The Big AskDave Hingsburgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11918601687946534172noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-37964842084401755012014-10-18T19:35:06.156-04:002014-10-18T19:35:06.156-04:00Ok, I would have called for an ambulance and polic...Ok, I would have called for an ambulance and police so the guy could get medical care. Then, in a different note, as an aficionado of wheelchair seating systems, I always want to ask people sitting in oversized chairs they could never push, where their car is, or what time the van from the nursing home picks them up. And once, looking like an easy mark pulling my daughters wheelchair out of the trunk, after an especially exasperating and discriminatory Voc Rehab encounter, a double amputee rolled up asking for money. Lost my sh*t, I did. "Get a damn job and quit making us all look bad. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06698710587107690595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-66662401203069758862014-10-15T03:17:19.960-04:002014-10-15T03:17:19.960-04:00You touched on one of my bug-a-boos. When someone...You touched on one of my bug-a-boos. When someone sitting on a walkway (often in the way, making my passing with mobility challenges a bit difficult) and asks/demands money and I honestly don't have any, or need what I have, and then I become the butt of their abuse, it really ticks me. It seems that if I can acknowledge the person with respect and a smile, why can't they be accepting that I am unable to help at this time. I am under no obligation to help, to drop funds into any outreached cup. I like to give where I can, but it doesn't always work as I wait for my disability funds. Abuse is abuse. Obviously taking care of the leg was not his priority, he had "other needs". Reminded me of working in the prison where inmates would purposely let some problem continue to exist so they could continue to get medication and "sympathy". Sigh. Some times it feels like you can never get it right. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-8352328601463355472014-10-14T20:02:56.633-04:002014-10-14T20:02:56.633-04:00Now I totally feel like going out on the streets a...Now I totally feel like going out on the streets and asking people for smiles, and if they try and give me money, saying 'I don't need MONEY!! I need SMILES'bevdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06037524737591520545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-81812409863642373632014-10-14T16:40:18.409-04:002014-10-14T16:40:18.409-04:00However I would bet that he assumed that as a disa...However I would bet that he assumed that as a disabbled person, you fit into the "asexual" category. Rickismomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04078192111057725026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-71007789094295889822014-10-14T10:53:59.579-04:002014-10-14T10:53:59.579-04:00Would it be unforgivably saucy to point out that o...Would it be unforgivably saucy to point out that of course you don't need Viagra, you had Joe with you?Bite Twonoreply@blogger.com