He has a rep as a nice guy. He wrote me a nasty letter in response to my problems accessing health care. Not sure how to reconcile those two things. I'll probably write him again, but only when I am feeling "up" enough that I won't care if the response is boilerplate Republican Social Darwinist.
What a lucky guy, though. Imagine being in a position to make demands because the entire budget, dangerously late, needs your vote to pass. I would have loved to have been in his shoes. I would have insisted on every disabled person having the right to work and to be better off if they try to work and certainly not lose their health care benefits. What a different life I and so many others would have if someone would just tweak a few messed-up things and make that happen. I don't think it's going to happen in my lifetime anymore, unless a celebrity shows up who cares about it.
I don't have Abel's luck. In a way, that is my issue with his "I worked my way up from dirt so anyone can if they really try" mantra. I can't work my way up. I get sick enough to die if I work enough to get a job with health care. I lose my health care if I try a little work at home. Choice one, death; choice two, death; choice three, poverty. I'm on number three. And I don't like being told I didn't try hard enough, because I did, through pain and other horrific symptoms, for years. Sometimes a little luck is needed...or at the very least, a little less bad luck. Or people who care who have the power to remove roadblocks to your opportunities.
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