SunFyre is written by a guy in a wheelchair, thus "...words from a seated position." However, this journal isn't about being disabled. I'm a husband, father of twins, entrepreneur, author and occasional political pundit.
I'm disabled. I was born in 1970.
About a year later I was diagnosed with spinal muscular atrophy. I never
walked. I got my first wheelchair at kindergarten age, and my first power
wheelchair in sixth grade. Yet, around 4 to 6
times per year I have to, for one reason or another, prove that I'm disabled. Granted, I'm 5 feet
nothin', 112 pounds and sit in an electric wheelchair, but apparently that's
just anecdotal evidence… We need science! The Good Doctor Every couple
months I have to send my physician a form and ask him to fill it out. He has to
state that I have spinal muscular atrophy, identify the diagnosis date,
explained that my prognosis is something akin to "ain't getting better
any time soon" and sign it. With new Medicare
regulations, the good doctor is not allowed to sign the said form without seeing me
"face-to-face" to prevent fraud. Although I'm
extraordinarily healthy, hospitalized last in 1996 for something unrelated to
One of this week’s trending topics on Facebook and twitter was a tragic story. A small boy fell into the gorilla habitat at the Cincinnati Zoo. Minutes later the western lowlands gorilla, a critically endangered species, was shot and killed by zoo personnel.
A tragic story has been made even more tragic through misinformation and misguided opinion on social media.
Here are six ways that Facebook and twitter users made the situation worse.
It’s the mother’s fault!
I’m a father of 14-year-old twins, a boy and a girl. I don’t know a single father or mother that has never in their lives lost sight of their three-year-old. I compare it to a trip to Walmart. You’ll see a toddler screaming and a mother completely exasperated, and usually another child being completely ignored. Those of you without children stand in judgment. I know I did. “If that were my child I would…” I’ll let you complete the sentence in condescending judgment.
Parents, however, understand. We’ve all been there. Every …