Pity or Compassion -- what would you want?

My dear friend, Gary Presley, fellow writer and author of the revealing and thought provoking memoir "Seven Wheelchairs: A Life Beyond Polio" wrote an important opinion piece for his home town paper. The link takes you to the comments. To read the opinion piece, click on the title "Lewis Trades on Pity."

Gary's an old hand at a life lived with a disability --he's spent the last 50 years in a wheelchair. Some of the people commenting on his opinion piece attacked him for not appreciating Jerry Lewis; for not looking past a man's career as a non-profit spokesman which made those he 'helped' the object of pity. Perhaps pity and compassion are synonyms, but there is a world of difference when the two words come to life.

My husband, new to the wheelchair crowd, has experienced both pity and compassion and we both prefer compassion. Actually what we both prefer is to see people look him in the eye and see the man, not the wheelchair or the disability.

For him, the wheelchair has become a kind of validation -- 'yes, I truly am disabled.' Until then people would judge his uneven gate, his slow progress, his use of motorized vehicles, even his slurred speech and make comments intended for him to hear. Comments like 'if he would go on a diet, he could probably walk.' Or 'drinking before noon -- look at him stagger. How disgusting.' Or 'those carts shouldn't be allowed here, they ruin our enjoyment.'

Of course now with the wheelchair we deal with people who treat him as if he were invisible, speaking to me as if he weren't there. Restaurants either don't have easy access or they hide him in the back where patrons won't see him. Other than Olive Garden -- they see the man, talk to him, smile into his eyes and treat him as a respected customer. Parking places that accomodate a side lift are harder to find than you think. Able bodied people who park in handicapped parking places -- there should be a special place in purgatory for you....

My husband has broad shoulders and lets it all just roll right off of them. I want to spit and hit and make stupid or judgmental people understand just how wrong and disgusting they are.

He knows that his present condition is much preferable to what is to come: degeneration, helplessness and death.

He has an inherited form of Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis -- ALS -- Lou Gehrig's Disease. A death sentence that usually comes within 3-6 years of diagnosis. Thankfully he has a slow progressing form of the disease.

No cure, no treatment, no remission, and no explanation. Ninety percent of people who get this disease have no clue as to why. Our military, particularly those who served in the Middle East have a much higher rate of ALS among their ranks. Now a cluster of ALS diagnosis among people associated with NASA and Patrick's Air Force base are showing up. Research is going strong and getting closer and just recently discovered a new gene associated with the inherited form of ALS that will make research even easier. But still my husband's brother is dead -- died at the age of 18 from this rare disease. His aunt, great aunt and more than a dozen cousins -- all dead of ALS. So we would like to see a cure or treatment before our children must face this disease.

Gary on the other hand is in the wheelchair for the long haul. And he knows the problems of life before the Americans with Disabilities Act and those that face him each day. He has no choice but to use the wheelchair and unless he wanted to live his life on welfare or worse, he needed to get out and work. But simple things like getting into buildings, using public bathrooms, opening and closing doors, being treated like a human being all became major hurdles.

One of his jeerers suggested that he just stay home if he didn't want to be pitied. Gary's response to such comments is usually a shrug of the shoulders and resolve to just live his life because staying home and waiting to die is no alternative. But when a major spokesman for a non profit organization encourages pity in order to get money -- it seems like he is giving with one hand and taking away with the other. Everyone has the right to live their life with dignity.

Thankfully the ALS Association -- at least our experience with the Florida Chapter -- is all about respect and finding a cure. We are all in the battle together. Most of the leadership have lost someone to the disease and know the struggle that the victims of ALS --the patient and the family and caretakers -- are in for. It is a mean disease that eats away the muscles, leaves a person weak and helpless all the while they watch the progress and have no tools to stop it.

In the end all we have left is our love and dignity and no amount of money raised is going to replace those valuable commodities.

Do we appreciate help with the overwhelming costs of maintaining quality of life for my husband? You bet ya! But should assistance be given at the cost of my husband's self-respect? NO!

A power wheelchair costs more than $20,000; a simple walker $300; a van with a lift more than $65,000, renovation of the bathroom another $30,000. A lift to help get him from bed to chair $5000. It isn't a cheap lifestyle although the majority of people with disabilities live on low incomes and without help can't afford to renovate their environment to accommodate their basic daily needs.

If you see a man in a wheelchair it could be Gary or my husband -- please look him in the eye and smile. See the person not the disability or the equipment. Treat him as you want to be treated and don't judge. Please reserve your judgment for referee's calls in football games.

Know that one man is a gifted writer and the other devoted much of his life to helping kids, playing and refereeing sports, and working as an accountant paying thousands of people accurately each week. Both men spend their lives working despite the road blocks thrown in their paths. They pay taxes. They vote. They love. They have favorite sports teams and adore their kids.

They are just like you and if that scares you -- it shouldn't. It should give you hope that if it were you in that chair, you would be no different than these courageous men who struggle over things you take for granted. And yet they smile and enjoy life and take on the ignorance and try to provide knowledge and wisdom about life with disabilities.

My husband can get in and out of buildings. Can use public restrooms, and lead a fairly normal life in a wheelchair because Gary and people like him stepped up and said, "Americans with Disabilities" deserve equal opportunity. Because Gary lives his life with responsibility and respect, my husband can as well.

I have to add that Jerry Lewis lives his life with his own disabilities -- so maybe he is to be pitied.... But I think maybe he would not appreciate that.

All we want is work -- and respect

My roots grow deep in blue collar and rural soil. My father a steel worker, his father built oil derricks, my mother's father and his ancestors for generations were farmers.

My husband worked at several factory jobs until returning to college to become an accountant, so we know quite a bit about the lifestyle and the people.

The bottom line is: we want respectable work that gives us a comfortable income so that we can raise our families and be part of a family.

I don't need a $400 purse, designer jeans, exotic vacations or an expensive car and most of the people I know feel the same way. They want to be able to send their kids to college, provide a safe, comfortable home, and have some fun doing the work they love.

This morning I heard Paul Gigot, editorial editor of the Wall Street Journal, voice his opinion that the capitalism in its present form had served us perfectly well for the last 30 years. This current situation was just a glitch and once it was fixed, it could be 'business as usual.'

I sat up and yelled, "What Lala Land do you live in?"

The last 30 years?

In my home town, the last 30 years turned it from a thriving manufacturing center into a ghost town. Jobs went overseas; benefits disappeared; retirees were left without a network. Insurance and health care costs, just when they most desperately needed it, skyrocketed. Some lost their pensions because of new government regulations.

Businesses sold out and moved at a whim due to junk bond and stock market trades which had nothing to do with the quality of the products being produced. Companies lost any consideration for employees, they were dehumanized, and were simply part of the profit-loss equation. Corporations shrugged off any responsibility toward their employees, saying they were paid for their work, that's all they needed -- and they could certainly get by with less -- much less. And when they left their employ -- they were on their own, even after 30 years of devotion to the company.

College tuition aid dried up in the last 30 years. Well paying jobs evaporated to be replaced by minimum wage, part time employment. The product took second place to growing careers and amassing wealth for the top 10 percent. Unions disappeared and the employees became voiceless. Anyone who fought this move toward invisibility became quickly unemployed.

We watched our income fall behind cost of living. The prosperity of the 40s and 50s dwindled.

We watched Neal Bush and the Savings and Loan scandal get swept under the rug. We watched funds sent to other countries, along with jobs and nothing invested in infrastructure, retraining, or new jobs. We watched family farms sold because the commodity prices were kept so low a farmer could not survive.

Oh yeah, I suppose if you invested in the dot.coms and the computer stocks it was a great 30 years. But for the most of us, we watched our way of life disappear and nothing to take its place.

So Mr. Obama, please, as you put together this new package that is to take us out of this recession, please know that we want to work. We want to be respected for the products we produce. We want to be able to provide for our families. We want to earn enough to take care of ourselves. We don't want handouts or bailouts. We want work!

Other countries have faced the evaporation of manufacturing jobs. In Sweden, the city of Malmo was dependent upon heavy industry. In the 1980s a recession devastated this industry base -- sound familiar? Well, instead of relying on medical jobs and service occupations, the city regenerated its urban landscape and along the way provided jobs for the current population. They began with a bridge. It connected the city to Copenhagen and opened up greater economic opportunities. The leaders had vision.

I lived for almost a decade near Rockford, IL, a community similar to Malmo, yet their leaders had no vision. They didn't see beyond the hopelessness of lost jobs.

Denmark reinvented its economic base, by seeing green. If you want an alternative energy source -- a solar panel, a wind generating turbine -- the odds are it will originate in Denmark or the research and development came from Denmark. The whole country has devoted itself to profiting on this new technology.

Why can't we do that?

If the government wants to spend trillions on a bailout package, give us something tangible. Infrastructure rebuilt, or remade to reflect a green society. Give us jobs and let us help rebuild this country. Fund research and development so that we can once again lead the way in innovation and technology. I'm so tired of seeing every gadget and creative invention come with the stamp of 'made in Germany, Japan, China....'

We look like a bunch of lazy people with our hands out and that is not the American way. We work, we build, we survive and we strive -- so let us do what we do best. Get out from under the shadow of corporate American and re-find the spirit of American ingenuity and victory over adversity.

I want a new form of capitalism that is for all Americans, not just the top 10 percent. My parents experienced it and everyone was respected, whether doctor, lawyer, CEO or farmer and factory worker.

Let em know in Washington that we want to do more than 'shop.' We aren't just consumers, we are contributors to our common good. My roots grow deep in the soil of America and I'm damn proud of my ancestors' blue collars and calloused hands. We know how to work. Just step out of the way and let us get to the job of rebuilding our country. OUR country.