The Mission In A Nutshell
It occurred to me that it might be a good idea to write a quick summary of my situation and why it’s urgent. I’m a wordy sucker, and perhaps the significant points aren’t getting through to readers in the more detailed section, so here’s a fast rundown. You can always check the “Bio” page if you’d like more info, of course, and as always any questions or comments are always welcome!
I’m Glenn Horowitz, and I’ve lived in Nashville, Tennessee since 1993. For a long time I made my living as a courier pilot, but things have changed a lot for me over the last several years.
I became disabled by multiple sclerosis in 2006, and since then it has made an absolute train wreck out of my body, and that’s no exaggeration. I’m dependent on a power wheelchair to get around, and can’t walk, hobble or even stand upright reliably. I’ve been left handed all my life, but MS has mostly shot the use of that hand and arm. I’m trying my best to learn to be a righty, but it’s not easy…I really can’t do hand writing these days, but it’s not bad otherwise. I use my left hand as much as I can, but some days it’s like having a dead fish where my hand used to be!
Because of my affected limbs, just getting into or out of my vehicle risks a skull-cracking fall. Once I start to fall, I can’t stop it. Every time I have to drive somewhere, there are a minimum of four transfers from wheelchair to vehicle and back.
Every outing means that at upon reaching a destination I need someone to push me around in a manual wheelchair. This is not fun, especially since the only person around who will do this is my 74 year old mother. She’s partially disabled herself due to a fractured foot that never healed properly, and pushing me around in a manual chair is exhausting and painful for her. The chance of her injuring herself while doing this is very real.
I am required to go out at minimum every other month to see a doctor to refill the prescription medications I need to get by. I cannot function without them, and become a useless, pain filled body if I don’t take them. Nonetheless, the law requires that I physically see a doctor to renew these prescriptions.
EDIT 11/18/2012- After the recent revelation that disabled and wheelchair-friendly transport is available at a cost that won’t break the bank, one of the biggest hazards I faced, getting to and from doctors’ visits, has been removed, and that’s a definite relief. Still, the overall situation hasn’t improved, nor will it until my liberty of mobility is restored. While not catastrophic, this expense still eats into whatever small amount is left over after paying bills each month, and that too will be a negative removed once I can get places on my own.
I have become a prisoner of my home and the short radius around it that’s limited by my power chair’s battery endurance. All of those errands in life that healthy people take for granted are closed to me, from going for an outing in a park to dining in a restaurant…they’re just too risky. My life is trickling away, one day at a time.
I own a vehicle that’s perfect for an involved modification to make it wheelchair accessible…a 2008 Honda Element, but the procedure costs about $26,000. I ran through all my savings, 401(k) and many of my personal belongings during the ordeal of becoming disabled and qualifying for permanent disability status and income. Now I have no assets remaining and even the modest mortgage on my home eats 85% of that disability income. Much as I’d prefer to finance the conversion on my own, there’s no way to do it until my home is paid off, years away from now.
My plan here is to get maximal exposure for this blog…the internet can reach millions of people, and if only a small fraction of those are willing to donate just a small amount at a time, I can achieve my goal. I believe that there are more than enough good and generous folks out there to make this happen…if I can reach them.
Will you be one of them?
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