When last I posted, my chief concern was the possibility that the local Council on Aging and Disability might be considering removing me from their client list. That could put a big stick in my spokes, so I spent some time on the phone with the supervisor of my case at the Council. I think she’s a decent sort, one who recognizes the inherent flaws in the system and who like many is trying to change things for the better from within.
Apart from the alarm in her voice at finding I’d heard about these ‘budget cuts’ and querying me about my sources…which I respectfully declined to answer; no journalist reveals his/her sources…it was an interesting and somewhat reassuring talk.
My supervisor assured me that while the Council is indeed under all kinds of pressure to cut costs and minimize outlays, a person with as legitimate a need as mine for the services they provide, especially at the minimal level I use, need not worry about being removed. Yes, they’re cutting costs and taking a good hard look at each case to assure that obvious players who are gaming the system and don’t actually need help are removed, there aren’t any plans to remove me.
That’s good news, but it doesn’t change the fact that the vast empire of debt and death (as Chris Duane aptly puts it) is collapsing, the dollar is fast losing its status as the world’s reserve currency, and sooner or later I will be left to fend for myself as it falls apart.
I’m glad the urgency is reduced, but it also doesn’t change the fact that I just won’t be physically able to fend for myself until my liberty of movement’s restored. I try and keep as upbeat as possible, but I confess this confinmement is doing me damage. I am well aware that I have some of the best friends and allies trying to help me get free, but there are times when I have to fight off periods of despair as my life continues to bleed out, never to be regained. Then, too, there’s the frustration that I’m certain that I can make a difference even in a minor way…once I’m released. The to-do list of things I feel compelled to address, from establishing a dynamic relationship with the local county sheriff’s office, to following up on essays I’ve written, to confronting politicians and functionaries at the state Capitol and nearby counties, grows all the time.
Being human, the bleak reality does at times threaten to overwhelm me, I confess, especially in the quiet watches of the night when I’m alone with my thoughts. These moments pass sooner or later, and I often remind myself that I’m most definitely not alone in this, that hundreds of people of good will have contributed…and more are coming as I can reach them. Patience is something I’m learning more about all the time, and remembering that all the good I’ve seen so far is sure no fluke, especially since my appeal to the public is completely voluntary and no one owes me a thing…yet they choose freely to help. THAT is a big comfort.
Still, I have to remind everyone that the job’s not done yet. But apart from any altruistic impulses I’m giving donors an outlet for, there’s plenty of quid pro quo to help persuade the public to help thanks to the wonderful musical talents who’ve provided their creations to include in the thank-you package for everyone donating $4 or more, and April Reigne is contributing another copy of the Constitutional cases and materials book for the next Grand Prize drawing in a month or thereabouts. Brian Shadis’ superb work in crafting the above banner graphic makes it all more eye catching…thank you, Brian!…so no matter that I may get bummed from time to time, I know in my heart this effort’s going to succeed. Hey, it’s my life here, and as the cliche goes, ‘failure is not an option!’
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