Meet Mr. Seat

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Hi, I'm Mr. Seat! Want to take a ride on me? Sit right up here, on my lap!

-- (with @ built in. massager), July 14, 2001

Answers

um....I'll pass

-- (cin@cin.cin), July 14, 2001.

The next step in the evolution of a couch potato?

-- The Toner (the.toner@home.com), July 14, 2001.

Hey Mr. Seat, the INS caught ya didn't they? It was the legs and feet that gave ya away!! Back across the border with ya now!! Adios amigo!

-- Aunt Bee (Aunt__Bee@hotmail.com), July 14, 2001.

LOL Bee!!!

-- (cin@cin.cin), July 14, 2001.

Truth is stranger than fiction cin. The INS really did catch this guy and send him back!

-- Aunt Bee (Aunt__Bee@hotmail.com), July 14, 2001.


Original Caption:

Enrique Aquilar Canchola, a 42-year-old Mexican national, hides in the seat of a vehicle, that according to government officials, was trying to smuggle him into the United States from Mexico at the San Ysidro border crossing in San Ysidro, Calif., June 7, 2001. According to Immigration and Naturalization officials, the incident is part of growing trend of illegal immigrants cramming themselves into intricate and potentially deadly compartments. (AP Photo/Immigration and Naturalization)

-- (go home @ car. potato), July 14, 2001.


It was so hot. The coyote charged $2000. The INS gringo kept jumping up and down on the seat. Something deeedn't look right to him. I stayed silent until they sent the van to a salvage yard to be crushed to a three foot cube.

But I will try again. The US is ours. Viva!

-- (Enrique@San.Ysidro), July 14, 2001.


Sad to say, but this "Mr. Seat" guy reminded me of an experience I had this past week at my mom's place. Two of my kids and I had visited my mom, and I went down to check her mail while two of my kids kept her company. Cody [the "just turned 23 this week" young man who had lost his mobility to a wheelchair due to getting hit by a car 8 years or so ago] was sitting at a table by the mailboxes. I told Cody that my kids were visiting and suggested that I'd send them down for a visit.

When I returned to mom's "flat", I told my kids about Cody sitting alone downstairs and suggested they visit him for a time. It's not like people his age are a frequent commodity in an Assisted Living facility. My daughter asked why I'd not invited him up, and I didn't really know why I hadn't.

After a time, the kids went down and spent about an hour talking to Cody. They returned with him to mom's "flat." My daughter had taken my mom's couch when she moved to this new place, and I was thinking that she only had three chairs besides her own for company to sit. As Cody wheeled himself in with the kids, I said what I shouldn't have said. "I was thinking that there were only three chairs for guests, but I forgot that Cody brings his own." Cody replied, "Yeah...I'm just a piece of furniture." and I could have crawled into a hole.

-- Anita (Anita_S3@hotmail.com), July 14, 2001.


Dat's nutting, amigo! I heed eenside of a truck tire. I got berry, berry deeezy, but I made it to Texas.

Now I do dee laundry and mow dee lawn for Babs Bush. She pay me $20 American a month, and lets me eat dee scraps left over from their oil tycoon parties. I sleep in tool shed wit dee lawnmowers, and get high on dee petro fumes. See Senor, America ees a goode life. Berry, berry goode!

-- Tony Tortilla (slave labor @ for. the elite), July 14, 2001.


Tony, you are a credit to your race. Do you want a job hanging my laundry?

-- (Babs Streisand@Malibu.CA), July 14, 2001.


So sorry, Mees Streisand, but my friends in Caleefornya tell me dat you only hire leegal immigrants. I must work for dee Bushes, seence I hab no green card. Dee Repugliscums hab no problem breaking dee law.

-- Tony Tortilla (tank you berry much @ maybe. later), July 14, 2001.

Yes TT, I only hire legal Beaners and I pay more than minimum wage and I send out 1099s every year. People who like people are the luckiest people in the world. Like buttah.

-- (Barbra@effete.elite), July 14, 2001.

damn youre kidding

that's kinda sad

-- (cin@cin.cin), July 14, 2001.


"Yeah...I'm just a piece of furniture." and I could have crawled into a hole.

Anita...no law against being human...

I wish i got a nickle for every foot I put in my mouth...

-- Uncle Bob (unclb0b@aol.com), July 14, 2001.


Anita, does Cody have any type of rehabilitation services in order for him to become employable? Does he have access to the internet or the mobility to use the internet if it became available to him? Does he have a family nearby?

-- helen (you@know.where.im.going.with.this), July 14, 2001.


Paraplegic at 15 years old? He's just pissed off at the World, after all, who wouldn't be? Don't take it personally.

Born on the Fourth of July is a good book to help understand the anger. Listen to the audio taped version, read by Ron Kovic, the actual victim. Intense.

-- (don't@worry.anita), July 14, 2001.


"Paraplegic at 15 years old? He's just pissed off at the World, after all, who wouldn't be? Don't take it personally."

Hmmmm, what do you call a paraplegic in a swimming pool? Bob.

-- yucky yuck (yuckyuck@hahahah.yuck), July 15, 2001.


Hmmmm, what do you call a quadraplegic on your doorstep?

Mat

Hmmmm, what do you call a quadraplegic who fell in the ocean?

Fucked

-- hee hee haa haa (yuk yuk yuk @ yee. hee hee), July 15, 2001.


"I was thinking that there were only three chairs for guests, but I forgot that Cody brings his own." Cody replied, "Yeah...I'm just a piece of furniture." and I could have crawled into a hole.

Anita, Cody's self pity has nothing to do with you, and you had nothing to do with his situation. Don't let him push it on you.

-- Uncle Deedah (unkeed@yahoo.com), July 15, 2001.


Anita,

What is amazing to me is how different people all are, given their circumstances. The old nature, vs nuture argument. My husband has been a paraplegic since he was six yrs old. He spent 2 years in the hospital, until he was 8 years old (it was the 40's-they did that back then). His mother came to the hospital every day, to home school him, so that when he finally got to go to school, he wouldn't be behind. When he got home, the neighborhood supported him, in terms of treating him like every other kid. They watched out for him when he was out playing with the other kids, and included him in activities. They always figgured out how to get him and his wheelchair in to wherever everyone was going. Real life rehab was just a matter of mechanics, and support from others.

I asked him one time, what he thought he would be like if he wasn't a paraplegic, and he said he thought he would have been an asshole (his exact word). He said being in the chair had taught him many lessons, mostly about other people's kindness. To this day, he tries to return that even to strangers. I remember being taken aback the first time he stopped by the side of the road to help someone who was stranded (this was in the early 80's). I thought, what can he do? Well, he offered to do what he could: use the phone to call someone, or give them a ride to get help, borrow the jumper cables or gas can, whatever. After a while I got used to it. Never once did we encounter an ungrateful soul. He taught me about strangers and trust.

And you know, he makes a joke out of his chair. Whenever anyone says, pull up a chair, he always says, no thanks I brought my own, and I'm taking it with me when I leave! So much of life is the attitude you bring to it, which is fostered by those in your environment. So it wasn't what you said to Cody, it was how he feels about how people have treated him in life. Sad, really, but not your responsibility, like Unk said.

-- Aunt Bee (Aunt__Bee@hotmail.com), July 15, 2001.


Anita, does Cody have any type of rehabilitation services in order for him to become employable? Does he have access to the internet or the mobility to use the internet if it became available to him? Does he have a family nearby?

I don't really know about the rehabilitation services, Helen. During the conversations at my mom's "flat", it sounded like he had internet access, as he discussed buying a car from a guy on E-Bay. As I looked at the handicapped parking spaces on entry to my mom's building, I'd wondered if Cody had a vehicle or whether his disability provides enough mobility to help himself in/out of a vehicle. I think money is a problem.

During that same period, he discussed moving from this place to Section 8 housing. I don't know if this was "dream talk" or a real plan of his. He also mentioned that another 23-year had recently moved in. The kid plays drums on the 7th floor. I asked if he was hearing impaired, because the 7th floor is pretty much reserved as a community for the deaf. My kids both chimed in with, "What a perfect place to play drums!"

Regarding his parents, my daughter learned that they both live right there in Fort Worth. It seems that the mom REALLY wants Cody to move in with them, but Cody feels that it's so she can get his disability check each month.

I realize that his comment was self-pitying, but the more I watched his eyes follow my daughter's every move, I wondered whether I should have encouraged this "get-together" at all. I'd thought he'd enjoy the company of people his own age [and I'm sure he did], but I may have also stirred additional resentment with a close look at a life outside his grasp.

-- Anita (Anita_S3@hotmail.com), July 15, 2001.


Aunt Bee: We posted simultaneously. I knew your husband was in a chair, but I hadn't known for how long. Cody is a good looking, intelligent young man. I don't know if he'll ever get out of the chair. The doctors have told him he won't. I'd like to think he can live a more "normal" life someday and meet a wonderful mate like YOUR husband did.

-- Anita (Anita_S3@hotmail.com), July 15, 2001.

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