Disabled not compensated means that the minute I am smashed in an accident I stop all productive activity. There has to be an alternative pay day when all of yours are terminated by injury.
I WORKED AT THE CNR BUT I ALSO DID ART AND WRITING AND I PLAYED HARMONICA AND GUITAR.
I NEEDED MY AFFLAC OUT OF WORK INSURANCE TO CONTINUE TO SUPPORT MUSIC AND ART. WITHOUT IT LIFE WAS EXTREMELY TAXING PHYSICALLY. IT WAS HARD TO DO A LOT OF WORK THAT WAS NOT ACCOMPLISHED SEATED.
I NEEDED MY INSURANCE PAY
Sunday, July 9, 2023
UPON RECOVERING TO THE POINT WHERE I COULD PERFORM ON HARMONICA AND DANCE OR QUAD OR ROLLERBLADE, THE ACHIEVEMENT WAS NOT RECOGNIZED AND IT WOULD BE USED TO CLAIM I WAS NOT DISABLED.
THIS IS NOT A PICTURE OF MYSELF, LINDON COLLARD, BUT IT LOOKS VERY SIMILAR TO ME PERFORMING.
I WOULD SAY I HAD BEEN DISABLED SINCE 1970 AND IN RESPONSE I WOULD BE CHALLENGED BY ANY PHYSICAL ABILITY I HAD MANAGED TO RE-INSTITUTE OF MY FORMER ACTIVITIES.
MANY ACTIVITIES WHICH I HAD ENJOYED OR WHICH I HAD WORKED AT PROGRESSIVELY BECAME NO LONGER POSSIBLE FOR ME TO ACCOMPLISH BUT NO ONE EVER PAYS ANY ATTENTION TO THAT. I WOULD BE CHALLENGED AS TO WHY I WAS NO LONGER DOING SOMETHING AS IF IT WAS A WILLFUL OR WEAK OR DELINQUENT RESPONSE.
THE CAUSE OF THE ABANDONMENT OF ACTIVITIES IS THE DISABILITY I SUFFER.
I NEVER WILLINGLY GIVE UP ANYTHING I DO AS THERE IS NOT A WHOLE LOT OF CHOICE OF ACTIVITY, PARTICULARLY NOW, BUT I HAVE BEEN SIMILARLY VIRTUALLY PARALYZED IN THE PAST.
I was sitting in the driveway in a 20 year old smashed up 1967 Buick. For some reason I smiled as I prepared to drive to Vancouver. I would have to sell several ounces of Marijuana and I would not get any money for myself. I was drowning in payments.
My ex-wife, who had created all of the debt with nothing to show for it came out of the house clutching two kids, she hissed: "YOU ARE ALL SMILING AND HAPPY AND I AM NOT. I AM GOING TO WIPE THE SMILE OFF OF YOUR FACE".
I was sitting in the driveway in a 20 year old smashed up 1967 Buick.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason I smiled as I prepared to drive to Vancouver.
I would have to sell several ounces of Marijuana and I would not get any money for myself. I was drowning in payments.
My ex-wife, who had created all of the debt with nothing to show for it came out of the house clutching two kids, she hissed: "YOU ARE ALL SMILING AND HAPPY AND I AM NOT. I AM GOING TO WIPE THE SMILE OFF OF YOUR FACE".