In order for disabled people to receive any sort of financial assistant for their housing, food, bills, medical supplies, etc., they cannot ever have more than $2,000 of resources to their name. Ever.
It doesn’t matter what it’s for.
You’re saving up for a new wheelchair?
For college?
To put a downpayment on a house?
Hell man, you just happen to budget for once in your life so that you can have some extra money in case something bad happens?
Your benefits immediately get cut off if you’re a cent over $2,000.
And, even worse, you usually end up having to pay back every dollar the government gave you that month.
So say you get $400. If they find out you’re twenty dollars over the resource limit, you have to give them all $400 back and you undergo an investigation of your funds to see if you will continue getting money.
“What if I spend the money that day?”
Doesn’t matter. In fact, from what I can tell, people who do this are actually put under investigation for fraud.
A programmer is going out for a stroll one evening. His wife asks him to swing by the store and pick up a gallon of milk, and if they had eggs, to get a dozen. He returned with twelve gallons of milk and said “They had eggs.”
The sneeze is brutal, even when he has been expecting it for some time. The annoying, tingly sensation on the back of his throat had been a dead giveaway, as it had been the itching in his nose. He had felt the bastard coming with minutes to spare.
Even prepared for it, it takes him by surprise and God, he hates it.
His temples throb, his throat hurts, and his nose is dripping. Disgusted, he promptly cleans it with his too abused tissue. He needs to change it soon, it’s almost useless.
He sniffs, and it’s a rather pathetic sound, if he’s being honest.
“Bless you,” Keith says at his side, voice nasal.
“Thanks,” Matt grumbles and sniffs again. “I hate being sick,” he moans, discarding the sodden tissue and extracting a new one from the box they’ve been sharing.
He blows his nose and relishes the brief moment in which he’s able to feel fresh air entering through his nostrils. It’s over before he can actually enjoy it, though, and he scowls to show his misery.
“I know,” Keith says, but his tone lacks his usual grumpiness. In fact, he’s smiling, and Matt thinks he looks beautiful even with a red nose and sunken gray-blue eyes.
