Normalcy is a Gift We All Deserve


I had a friend that was wheelchair-bound, and she could only use one of her arms. She’d had 17 surgeries and was more often sick than healthy. When I found out her mom had heart failure and had been hit by a bus in the past, I knew she needed some normalcy.

So, I wanted to help her get a van for her and her mom so they could go for a ride together before it was too late. She was a very assertive woman who use to give good advice to some of the students in Camden.

I asked a person I knew who had a van parked to donate a van but they didn’t want to. Then, I called officials from the state because I wanted to help get her a van the right way but made no progress there.

Rita’s Water Ice was kind enough to say yes to a fundraiser, but then sickness struck this small family right before we had it.

At that point, many lies were spread about me by people who were greedy, jealous, plain liars and self-serving, and yes, some were politicians.  This made things extremely difficult for me to help her on top of my phone lines being hacked.

This wheelchair-bound woman was funny but sometimes rude, and yes, she liked parties like everyone else. These things don’t make her look bad to me. They make her look human. We were friends so I can say this because she was more kind-hearted than anything else.

She wanted as normal a life as possible, and so many people didn’t want her to have that.

There was one man named Martino Cartier, who was friends with her and did his part to help her look pretty. She would speak fondly about him to me when my son and I visited her at her home. Martino has a charity to help women who don’t have hair. She loved this man and we both talked about how hot he looked.


Eventually, her mom ended up slipping and falling at the local Save-A-Lot because they did not have any wheelchairs available or at least that’s what her mom told me. Then, within a day she was throwing up. The following day the ambulance people came, and I was sitting there with her. Her mother never got better after falling. Instead, she died.

Then, my friend, who had lived with her mom all her life was forced to live in a nursing home type setting and passed away shortly after her mother. I couldn’t attend her funeral because I couldn’t get there.

Nothing bothered me more than her not being able to get in a car and just go for a ride with her mom. It’s upsetting to know politics and egos were more important than making two disabled women feel a little better about their life.

I don’t know about you, but it only takes that happening one time in my life for me to say, “No More.”

This woman never had a fair shot, as her father had been exposed to Agent Orange, and our system fought her mom tooth-and-nail on receiving benefits on her father’s behalf.

Is this justice? No, it is not. We need to care about people in our families, outside of our families, in our country and outside of our country.

Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know betterdo better.” —Maya Angelou.


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