Monthly Archives: December 2015

Believing in each other

 

I was trying to decide what to write on this week when I decided that I would write about one upsetting thing to me this week.I am on Long Term Disability. I had a therapist suggest this and it was supported by my personal family physician and the medical records show that I have had major issues. All of these I have made available to my insurance company, but instead of going along, they have done everything they can to get out of paying my insurance benefit. They have required that I have applied for social security disability so they can pay a majority of the cost. This hasn’t been too bad except since they have supplied a company to help me apply. The hardest thing there was spending the better part of an hour answering questions about my health and former jobs. I got off the phone feeling hammered. Why can’t the information that I have already supplied to my insurance including all of my I medical records from the past three years.
To add insult to injury, they required me to go to an all day evaluation from their own doctors to verify that I should be on long-term disability. It was like an iq test I took when I was in fourth grade. I was shown patterns and had to recreate them with blocks. Repeat back numbers forward and backwards, a 300+ questionaire. I ended up with my head in my hands and I was beat for the better part of a week after. This has left me with an even less favorable impression of insurance companies that will do anything they can to not pay out benefits that you are entitled to and have paid into for years. It’s not that easy!
Have you had bad experiences collecting a benefit from insurance? I would like to empathize with your plight. I understand. Grandpa has been through it to!

hang in there and I will too!

hang in there and I will too!

If Only I Had Known

Last Thursday our church did a sweep of the neighborhood to see who our neighbors were and make sure that they knew of our Christmas party that was coming up this weekend. The fellow I went with is in a position to help others with employment issues and other resources that’ll help them get back on their feet. He asked if I could go with him to a house of a Samoan brother who lives close by. Our new friend told of his struggles with anxiety and depression and keeping a job. I felt my friend that I went with extended him hope of what could be.
On Saturday there was the sound of sirens in the neighborhood and my wife told me that there were several police cars at the same house. Later that night, a neighbor had told me that James had taken his life. I was shocked and tears welled up in my eyes.
What appeared to be a vibrant man on Thursday had fallen into such a deep despair that he chose to take his life. How sad for everyone. I hope this good man found the relief that he was seeking for and that his family is comforted during this trying time. Rest in Peace my new friend!
The only advice Grandpa learned from this is that you never know. You never can fully understand what others are struggling with at any given time. All we can do is offer a hand of fellowship and hope and pray that that will be enough. God bless us all to have the insight to help others.

hang in there and I will too!

hang in there and I will too!

Grandpa!

I have thought long and hard about changing the focus of my blog. Why?

I am a grandpa of 20 grandkids (so far!).  I had 9 kids so having this many grandkids comes with the territory.  More than once when I have been goofing around with them, I have heard the phrase, “Grandpa!”*said out loud.  I enjoy kidding with my grandkids and have been down the road and had enough experience to help have a unique outlook on life.  I am a bit of a screwball as well so it goes without saying the phrase gets said quite often.  I used to hear it from my kids quite often with them saying “Dad!”, but with the same inflection and intent.  I enjoy life and don’t mind sharing my viewpoints with you.  I never met either of my own grandpas.  They had passed on a few years before I was born.  I only remember one of my grandma’s.  We called her D-D.  She was quite a character in her own right.  She hated being called grandma and you called her that at your own peril.  I enjoy being called grandpa.  It doesn’t make me feel too old and I enjoy it as a badge of honor of a full life. You need a grandpa or grandfatherly advice.  You want to experience the screwball that I am?  Follow along and enjoy the journey with me.  Maybe one day, I can be your grandpa! Please subscribe and don’t miss a moment! I would enjoy hearing your reactions in the comments. I will probably mpve to a new website, but will migrate my followers and blog post to the new site.

Hang in there and I will too!
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