>Givers & Takers


Society in our country has evolved from hard-working people who felt that achievement and income were derived from effort and persistence, to masses (and soon to be the majority) of entitlement-minded,  nonproductive beggars.  It absolutely amazes me how many people do not work, by choice; and are willing to live off hand-outs and idle away their time in wasteful pursuits. 
I personally know of extended families numbering as large as 15 members in which there is only one person who daily goes to a job.   The rest are recipients of welfare or workers compensation benefits.  Perhaps it is heredity to blame for there being five members of one particular family that injured their backs at work and are never going to again work.  Perhaps, except I had an inside view of the sixth family member failing to get his workers comp claims approved.  We’ll call him Bill, here’s his story: 
Bill’s first ever job was with a tire manufacturer.  He worked for the company for 12 weeks and then injured his back.  Unfortunately, for him, his claim was denied because he was lifting stuff that was supposed to only be moved with lifting-equipment and had signed the employee notice stating that he understood that he should never manually lift any of it.  So, he puttered around and his wife got signed-up for welfare.  He next came to work at a medical facility, in the canteen as a stock boy.  He was on the job for 14 weeks and then injured his back lifting cases of soda.  Being at a medical facility you’d have thought that Bill would have ran to one of the available Doctors for medical attention.  But, no, Bill finished his work day (without mentioning the accident or pain to anyone) and then called off sick the next three days.  During his sick days he managed to get in to see his personal Doctor who diagnosed that there “could be” a back injury and signed Bill out of work until his pain subsided.  After three weeks the medical facility wanted Bill to come in to have a Doctor examine him to determine the extent of his injuries and his fitness to return to work.  Bill did not comply and instead filed his second Comp claim.  Unfortunately it was also denied on the grounds that he could not prove that his “injuries” had occurred at work since he, contrary to the rules set forth, had failed to report the accident immediately to his Supervisor and/or see any of the 150 Doctors present in the facility.  The Medical Center gave Bill another chance and was willing to pursue Workers Compensation for him if he would allow a Specialist to examine him and document his injuries.  In a huff, because they were “calling him a liar”, Bill quit and dropped his appeal.  After a few months back on welfare, Bill got a job with a house painting operation.  After several months, poor clumsy Bill again injured his back; this time by falling off a ladder.  He again made no report to his boss, but went to his Doctor and got a sick-call excuse from work.  When Bill filed his comp claim it was immediately denied on the grounds that the day that Bill claimed to have been injured and the house at which the accident was claimed to have occurred, the home owners had come back early from vacation and finding the work they had contracted not being done, called the painting company and complained.  The company promptly sent out two subs who spent the day finishing the job; and those two subs never saw Bill at the site.  Too bad Bill hadn’t paid his phone bill, he may have known that the company had tried to call him that morning to find out where he was.  After some time with no income, Bill got a subcontractor job with a roofing company.  It was a good deal, union and all.  Bill worked for a couple of weeks and, lo and behold, he fell off of a ladder again.  This time he even had a witness, sort of; the home owner came out to offer Bill a drink and found him on his back in the lawn.  Witness and all, Bill’s claim was again denied.  Unfortunately for him, he missed that whole part about being an independent subcontractor and having to buy his own workers compensation insurance.  Poor Bill, last I heard of him, he had “borrowed” $100 from his sister; sold the stove, refrigerator, and all the copper pipe he pulled out of the house he was renting, and disapeered to Texas. 
My next installment will cover a few additional cases similar to Bill’s.