Volunteering

I stopped volunteering at The Old Brewery…. actually, I stopped volunteering at soupe kitchen from now on. I thought that I was helping people and that I was actually making a difference, but after what I've seen. I understand that the system is more being taken advantaged of than being used on the right place. Yes it helps the really in need, but only 1% of those people needs the help.

My view about the people with disabilities changed after I started working for Nordia. At work, I am in constant contact with the disabled people. Sharing glimpses of their lives with them, doing their banking, have phone sex with their boyfriend/girlfriends, report to their boss, report on the guy they just whacked, calling 911 etc.

The disability is a curse who desires to be normal and a blessing for those who can adapt to the environment. Often, its those who were once normal who have a hard time getting their lives together, because they constantly dwell in the past glories of normal life, forgetting about what makes life fun: the challenge to be overcome.

In Montreal, I know two persons who have lost an arm. One, is the guy who sits at guy metro station, purposely showing his amputated arm to get more pity for money. The other is one of the team managers at work who moved here from Columbia as a refugee.

There, my disconnected thoughts in my head that I never gave time to grow. Now it feels complete.