Poverty Without Borders

Please, please, do not forget the incredible talent and abilities of the over 60’s, and… older. When the World Trade Center Towers fell in 2001, I was 53 years old. Like many Americans, I was heartbroken, and searched for a way..a gesture to make, to re-dedicate to creating a better world. I wound up resuming my education: at Columbia University’s School of General Studies, where I won numerous awards and scholarships, maintaining a 3.76 — going from “Jennie come lately, to Magna Cum Laude’!! I am involved in my community with recycling clothing and household items for the needy, these past 15 years. Additionally, my sister and I are unpaid caregivers for our mother, who at 94 has midstage dementia. We were denied, by existing laws now in place from receiving any financial help — even one day of funded home nursing from Medicaid. Because, even with our modest assets, we were considered ‘too rich to receive assistance’. Home caring mom has been quite a jurney, and I am writing a bookabout our experiences. And I am aggressively speaking out in behalf of all our elder beloveds. Laws need changing, families and communities need sleeves rolled up activists. Of every stripe. My nearly seven decades of meeting life’s challenges have suited me perfectly to do what I do, as capably as I do it. I certainly acknowledge in this article ‘they are young’..but I feel compelled to add — what about the not so young? We are a source of information. Guidance. Strength. Mentoring. Trust me: these next four years will ask of us all — some extraordinary efforts. In every facet of American life. No one with skills, brains, heart or energy should be turned away, or left out. Even if they are ‘not so young’..

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