Real Life Stem Cell Stories
These are real stories from real people who have already been waiting too long for the promise of stem cell research. Read them -- and then take action:
1) Tell your elected
officials to get rid of outdated policies and regulations that have already
held up stem cell research for too long; 2) Make a donation to StemPAC, and
help us spread the word. It's a grassroots movement, and we don't need much --
but any amount helps.
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My name is Steve Caputo, live in South Florida and yes, I'm disabled. Along with all the other things that people must think when they give me that kind, polite, bullshit smile I get wherever I go. I'm banged up, broken down, confined, cracked up, crip, decrepit, disarmed, done for, done in, gimp, gimpy, halting, hamstrung, handicapped, helpless, hurt, imbecile, impotent, incapable, incapacitated, infirm, laid up, lame, maimed, mangled, mutilated, palsied, paralyzed, powerless, run-down, senile, sidelined, silenced, stalled, superannuated, taken out, unable, useless, weak, weakened, worn-out, wounded, wrecked...whatever. I know its only natural, and that different people react in different ways when they see someone who is, excuse the term, screwed up.
Let's get one thing straight... I live in Florida, so its summer all year round. Also, I just married the love of my life this past Christmas. Jayne and I have a fantastic home and my health has finely turned around. (I recently had to deal with some pressure sores that kept me in bed for an extended time.) I'm mentally with it. My sense of humor has become pretty twisted, and others don't always get it but for the most part I'm pretty stable. My life itself is a beautiful blessing. Is there such a thing as too many blessings? I think not.
Give me those stem cells!
S Caputo
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