Noted In Passing

This would have been Monday's post, however due to breaking my foot, yet again, I was unable to do so and so what you saw was what I had done on Thursday.

I had crossed paths with Kyra many decades ago, back when I first had thought of adopting.  I had been interested in a black brother and sister, however the thought that a "white" would be willing to adopt black children was apparently a first and I was turned down.  Seems American Indian is also considered "white", especially when your mother (half Indian) was strawberry blonde and blue-eyed!   I could sort of understand the issue - I do look white, I am European, but that was just plain racist by the US Government.  My first eye opener that racism still does exist, is sponsored by the US Government and welfare of children is not the issue - skin color is.

Kyra and her husband, got the kids I had been wanting to adopt.  They were just as "white" as me, only Kyra was more Indian - in theory, not genetic reality however.  But, we are talking politics here.  Her husband would be unnoticeable in Dublin.  Licked my wounds, stayed in touch with them, a long distance friend of the family.

She was no one, so unknown by most there are no public photo's of her.  A wife, a mother of five, someone whom knew my name and would said "Hi" anytime she saw me.  Which alone makes her stand out!

A decade ago Kyra was injured at her job with the school district, took a hard blow to the head from which she never was able to recover.  Their policy is to reassign you to a comparable job to accommodate your injury.  So they made her a math teacher.  Unfortunately, pre-injury Kyra would not add, post-injury was even less qualified - she could barely talk!  So was fired.  Yeah, really good policy there in dealing with the disabled.

Family went down a rat hole, kids traumatized and turning to drugs and other societal issues.  Sigh.

Her life was short, many of us did what we could to help, but what was needed could not be paid for thanks to the local government's definition of disabled.  (Oh, she can feed herself?  Well go get a job!  Never mind she could not communicate, drive or even dress ... grrrrrrrr!)

And she was a neat lady.  I have missed her for a decade now, because no one has been home, but even if just a shell, she had been a friend.  Although said far too often, and with the context Kyra had to deal with, she really is better off in the next life, without pain and suffering.  But not for those whom loved her.

The injustices of this world and the games it plays to hold itself free of responsible amaze me.  "Bob" the local meth user gets more from the local government than someone whom was injured on the job.  I guess if she could have thrown rocks through local business windows at night and used the local library as a toilet - she could have gotten the help she desperately needed ... was owed ... and denied.