Piss on Pity

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Piss on pity!

I am inspired.

The Real America

Chicago's Sister of Mercy.

This is what I think of when I think of Christians. Thank you Sister Connelly.

"Sister Rosemary doesn't feel like a saint. She does consider herself very blessed. "

"I think what the children and adults really have taught me in such a strong way is that some happenings in life, there are no answers," Rosemary said. "But there are answering people, and those answering people are a reflection of God's love."

Welcome to My Life: The Joys and Hardships of Raising a Disabled Child

This is a pretty clear picture of what it's like to have a disabled child.

As parents, we're not looking for pity-we're trying to do the best we can. 

I Hate Bean Counters

You know, I'm not really a dog person, but I adore service dogs.

They are just remarkable...So imagine how pissed off I am to see that some ignorant jerkoff of an edumacator is banning a disabled boy's service dog from school.

Just a disgrace.

Must Read: Futile" healthcare is in the eye of the beholder, and should be in the hands of the patient.

I just got this article, and suggest you all read it.

"When people discuss "end-of-life care," they often invoke scenarios meant to sound ominous: tubes, breathing machines, physical dependency. I'm not scared by those images, having lived for 46 years with increasing reliance on technological and human support. A ventilator aids my breathing. Personal care assistants bathe, dress, and feed me. I operate my wheelchair by blowing into a tube. And my life is far from over. Of course, none of us can know for sure, but I plan on being around for a while."

"That plan has not always gone unquestioned. Tactless acquaintances have told me they would kill themselves if they became as disabled as me. More chillingly, the last time I was hospitalized for pneumonia, I had two different nurses ask if I had a DNR—a "do not resuscitate" order. I replied that I had come to the hospital to get better, not to die."

Sean Stephenson: Is This Going to Be A Gift Or A Burden?'

It's a gift and thank you Sean Stephenson for being you.

"He s quick to credit his parents, Gregg and Gloria Stephenson, who live with him in Oak Brook, and his sister, Heidi, with developing his inner strength. Apart from that fateful Halloween lesson and the daily, physical support they give their son, the Stephensons emphasized a few basics: They made him focus on what he can do and dismiss what he cannot. They used an egg-timer to contain his episodes of self-pity to 15 minutes a day. During his frequent bouts of pain, they would ask him to visualize pleasant memories. And they refused to hide him.

"You decide to face the music," his mom said. "He was a child first. The OI and the wheelchair come next."Added his dad: "We tried to instill a lot of positive things in his life, but he took it and ran with that. It all comes down to what someone does with what they have."