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Wednesday, December 15, 2004


I was talking with a volunteer about someone with five kids who is trying to get on disability for having freaking asthma. For which she doesn’t even take medication. The volunteer asked if that bothered me as much as it did her—people trying to take advantage of the “system.”

And my response was, “No, not really. They can try to get anything they want.” I think in the end, the system helps those who need it, sometimes people fall through the cracks, sometimes people get more than their fair share, and that’s just life.

She said, “I guess it takes a special person to be a social worker.”

I wonder when I got so laid back. There’s not much that bothers me anymore when it comes to human foible.


Blogger Chrystal said...

Sadly, not much bothers me either. I can't even remember when I crossed that line.

12:46 PM  

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