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I rode a city bus home from school-there were no school busses in 1955. I waited for a car and then proceeded to cross the street. I didn't see the eighteen wheel truck until I was in the middle of street because the bus obstructed my view. I thought that the driver would wait for me and visa versa. We collided in the middle of the street. I was knocked approximately 40 yards, ended up under the truck, lost eight pints of blood, had my right arm and leg broken, was unconscious for nine weeks and in the hospital for three months.

I received no professional help in overcoming my disability because it wasn't considered to be a disability until the 80's. I managed to graduate from college, become certified to teach in Grad school and became a certified paralegal in a graduate program at the National Center for Paralegal Studies Atlanta Georgia.

None of these helped me gin employment because one of the many residual limitations, I was left with 16, made me appear to be a risk for employment. I am now on disability and an fighting to insure that what happened to me doesn't continue to happen to others no matter what their disability is.

My motto is Unite: We who are disabled must unite if we expect things to change.

Respectfully submitted by

Email William Bruce Robb, Jr,