Author: Kevin Núñez

Yesterday was election day in the United States of America. I love this country and am so proud to be American. This blog is not going to focus on any other election day results but rather on my personal experience as a disabled voter. It was amazing!

I’m almost 40 years old, so I have been voting since the 2012 general election. Usually, it’s very quiet and subdued at my polling place. I acknowledge that being a coworker is not easy. If I’m honest, previously, I’ve had limited interaction with them. They don’t usually say much after you sign your name before stepping into the voting booth. There are roughly about 32,000 people in my town. Before yesterday there was little turnout in my district. I never kept track but I feel there’s never been more than 10 or so people in line to vote when I’m gone. I’m not saying people in my township don’t vote I’m saying you don’t see them. I was expecting more of the same this year.

Mark 12:31 NIV [31] The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.”

After a medical appointment and running some errands, I arrived with my family around 6:30 p.m. There were easily over 250 people in line. We went to the back of the line and began to wait. For those of you who don’t know, I have a twin brother who also uses a wheelchair. One of the poll workers saw us and asked if we needed assistance voting. We informed her that we didn’t mind waiting we knew it was part of the process. I never knew there was a different entrance for the elderly and disabled at this polling place. It was nice to be recognized and accommodated. There was still a line but this one was accessible. It was not overwhelming. Fortunately, I don’t have sensory issues, but if I did, this would have been much safer. A shorter line is not about convenience.

My identification was verified along with my address to make sure I was in the right polling place. My brother could not reach the tablet to sign his name because the court would not stretch that far. Our father had to sign on his behalf. He had to document himself as our assistant. To sum this might seem like a hassle but it was nice to know my vote was safe and secure. My brother does not have the best communication skills so it was good for him to have my father as an assistant instead of having to communicate with someone else. Our father has always assisted us during the voting process, but it was never documented before. These extra steps matter. They assure equity and equality.

As an individual, I know my voice as a US citizen was heard. Regardless of who is living at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue come January. I’m still going to live with disability I’m still going to have to fight for my rights. I know I did my part in the Democratic process and I did my civic duty. This country does not ask much of me. I was happy to cast my balance! Thank you for reading and may God bless America!

2024 is shipping up to be my best advocacy year! In October, this blog reached 3ed its anniversary. The podcast will be 3 years old in January. I was honored to be invited to the White House to speak. I’m optimistic that I can finish the first draft of my second book by December. I serve on both state and National disability advocacy boards to improve the lives of my brothers and sisters with disabilities. What does all this success add up to? As far as this world goes, less than Zero. I don’t want to be Logan Paul or Joe Rogan I just want to live. I live a backward life and I love it

I have over 160 followers on this website. On average only 30 open the blogs when it is sent to their emails. About 12 folks listen to the podcast regularly. I started a bonus newsletter, and I have four subscribers. Last week, I looked in my bank account. I have more money in there than ever, thanks to book sales, and other projects I’m involved with. It’s less than $2,000 because I must stay legally broke to maintain my Medicaid eligibility. Money matters in this life how can I live?

Matthew 16:25 NIV 25] For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it.

I did the math. I need roughly $100,000 to employ caregivers and other long-term support. This does not include rent, food, or utilities. To live as independently as possible, I estimate I would need about $150,000 a year, assuming I have no debt.

Some of my dream jobs include being a translator at the UN. The top-level translator makes approximately 54,000 a year. That’s not going to cut it. The average legislative aid salary in Washington, DC, is $ 78,000 a year. That doesn’t work either. 68,000 a year is the average salary of a paralegal in New York City. Nope, that still doesn’t work. Let’s try one more: in New Jersey, a social worker makes just under 64,000 a year at the top level.

To be clear, it is possible to work and keep your benefits at the same time, but it is purposely dangerous to navigate this system. It’s like navigating a minefield naked. For most of us, we have to call our benefits counselor twice a month feeling like the Orphan Oliver “Please sir, may I have some more?” something doesn’t add up.

It costs 20 to 25% more to raise a disabled child some people out there think that individuals like myself should not be allowed to live. I think it’s because of the financial burden. People like me just want a chance to live to show you that we can do more and be more than you ever expect because life is not about numbers it’s a journey to learn and grow every day. There is a Bill in Congress right now to raise the asset limit from $2,000 set in 1983 to $10,000. This would be a very small step toward equality but people don’t even know about it.

We have men and women fighting all over the world to protect our freedom. As Americans. Disabled Americans need to rise and have their voices heard so we can be financially free and have the same opportunities As Americans. America does employ two models of socialism. Prisons and developmental centers. The government provides all the essentials to live, but there’s one thing missing: freedom.

Where are the warriors of the Next generation to make sure that this vital population of America does not get left behind? I love my disabled life and I’m thankful for it because it’s taking me so many places and showing me the real value of life. Americans need to stop being afraid; they need to live; they need to help others live. Mr President and other elected officials help us streamline the disability system so we can do our part to take care of those who are more vulnerable than me and live a joyful American Life.