By Doug “Uncola” Lynn via TheBurningPlatform.com
Having an interest in a small paratransit company, I wanted to help out the employees there this summer. Pre-covid there were 25 drivers and, post-covid, they are down to less than 15 people – some of whom have been working 60+ hours a week, at $12 an hour, helping to transport the elderly, the sick, and the handicapped, to get from here to there.
Last week, I was asked to help move a quadriplegic (via stretcher) from the hospital to a long-term care facility. Now, this one was one angry young guy who kept swearing at the nurses who were trying to help him. He yelled at a lady on the elevator and he was quite an assh*le to me in the transport vehicle as well. But, after some time, he realized I wasn’t his enemy. Turns out he was shot by his girlfriend last fall and he’s been paralyzed since. He’s not from this area and has no family. He’s a guy with zero self-actualization, no hope, and all he wants now is a cigarette and to die.
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