How Does a Disabled, Wheelchair bound person suffering neuro conditions with multiple seizure disorders and mild Tourette’s and PTSD, Who also lives like all other People with disabilities at the mercy of elected officials who turn a blind Eye to injustice, and incompetence, government stupidity and mismanagement of funds while Simultaneously wiping their collective asses on the Americans with Disabilities act find something to write about Hmm well let me see!

We’ll I get up and I check my Blackberry, my g-mail, My AOL, My Yahoo ,My twitter and My blog even My face book all before my first quad espresso. Over breakfast I check the stat counter from the overnight readings reply to every story sent to me from any one of 150 people in my network of contributors, all this before I dare leave the house .

As any Disabled person, wheelchairbound or any one of a thousand other conditions knows, simply trying to get somewhere as simple as the bus or Subway can make life as difficult as invading a third world nation, what with broken pavement making moving your chair efficientlyalmost impossible it is a daily battlewith whole entire streets without a single access ramp at the curb, and at most in Manhattan and Flushing as much as a 12 inch steel wrapped vertical 90 degree angle to drop from on to questionable roads at best, or even worse to try and climb your chair up and over. When you get to a bus you can wait for four or five to come past before one is empty enough for you to get on, and not everyone has wheelchair lift. You go to the subway to find out that out of 468 subway stations there are only 268 elevators, and by the MTA’s own admission on any day less than 17% of the 268 are working. So you go to get a taxi but of the 13,420 in the city less than 1.37% are accessible, but oh yeah they don’t go to the outer boroughs. Queens, Brooklyn, Long Island the Bronx and Staten Island? Forget trying gypsy or livery cabs, they drive past, or if they do stop want $50 to carry the chair which fits in the trunk the same as you’re shopping would. Still wondering where I get material?

Then your doctor who is treating you because you’re in a Wheelchair makes a specialist appointment for an illness that only exists with people in wheelchairs, you wait 3 months for the day and then get to his office to find it in a third floor walk-up!

Not whining explaining, not drowning waving, Every single one of us lives this 24/7. When politicians stand in city hall spewing venom such as “it’s not our responsibility to provide accessibility to residents” or my favourite”wheelchair bound new Yorkers have no right hailing cabs they get in the way it’s dangerous” even though Federal law states 20% of all city funds spent on roads, transport and infrastructure must be spent on accessibility for the disabled the city, the state and the local government blatantly flaunt their refusal to comply are you still wondering?.

Lastly, the reason I Original started the blog is when I get E-mails from distraught parents, wives and loved ones who have been told to contact me because as one person put it “that Mia chick will know which boats to rock”, when I can help someone else who thinks the rope has run out and the light at the end of the tunnel is probably the 7 train express from Manhattan, and then a couple of weeks later they write to thank me because the boat I rocked got the problem fixed the long days and the late nights and the schmoozing with politicos that make you want to shower after they touch you is worth it.

When I started out a Buddhist Nun and a dear Buddhist friend told me I was angry and I needed to calm it the hell down? Well I took that under advisement, I calmed down somewhat but If the anger is needed it’s no longer blown indiscriminantly at the universe , It’s used to light a fire under whatever pain in the ass road block who thinks their shiny name plate gives them the right to walk over our rights.

So I hope that edifies what I do and how I do it, and when you see somewhere RESPECT OUR EXISTENCE OR RESPECT OUR RESISTANCE I’m not far away and neither is some wanna be who thought he could go 3 rounds with our rights and come out on top. My Gran never went past 4th grade but she had wisdom, she would have looked at the screw ups who abuse our collective rights, think a moment then she would throw out her ample aproned chest and in the Irish brogue would state, “yes that one will do a lot with a big stick and a basket of eggs”.

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