The Physically Challenged I
Do you think if you knew your life was short, you would bother to help others? At the most, your place would not be there - ere long. If such “places” were even available, as their beds are often full, you personally might be forced back into whatever disabled and for the handicapped institutions you had left behind, to try for independent living at Center Park. How would you know if it would be worthwhile to live or work there?
One’s place helping others is the one where they get jobs out of keeping you sane and whole, in hospitals, institutions, and finally, in your own apartments. The place I recall with the most welcoming atmosphere in it, due to human evolution, had a laundry room, was made out of heat retentive cinder blocks, which kept it warm in the winter and cool in the summer, and was easygoing to live in. Its sole problem was lack of purpose.
