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Hello and welcome to the Association for Disabled Americans! We hope our page will give you an opportunity to familiarize yourself with the mission that has brought the Association for Disabled Americans to where we are today, (22) twenty-two years after our mission began. Many have come to realize that the life disabled individuals live is not always the life we want to lead; we need to adapt, to put ourselves in a position that we may one day lead the life we want live. Nothing is ever going to be perfect; however, we have the right to pursue a life that we may consider close enough to be perfect, meaningful, joyful, dignified, and independent. Most of the time, daily activities are interrupted by barriers that seem trivial to one, maybe the difference of independence for someone else. The Americans with Disabilities Act (“ADA”) is nearing its 22nd anniversary and we are extremely grateful for this special day. Much has changed in the past 22 years. We have come a long way. Close enough to perfect? Not yet…we still have more to accomplish. Thankfully, though, accessibility, acceptance, and understanding are becoming more apparent every day. As long as we have individuals who are willing to speak out when something is not correct and are willing to take that extra step in order to be heard, then and only then, will optimistic change occur. Imagine if 55+ million individuals spoke out about barriers and discrimination. This strong voice would certainly be heard. We are one-fifth of the population, and if you add the elderly, a population that also benefits from the Americans with
Disabilities Act, that’s another 50+ million. Together we could educate businesses, hospitals, malls, building owners, anywhere that anyone may frequent daily. We have the technology and the know-how. Why not use it? When one-third of Americans directly benefit from a law,

it would be criminal not to speak out and help implement changes so that, one day, for example, all new homes will be built with the ADA in mind. Such a change would involve making wider doors, bigger bathrooms, and alternate entrances that wheelchairs/scooters/walkers can enter without great effort. That would be simple and a benefit for anyone, even those who may not yet need these “upgrades.” Remember, at one time or another, even presently able-bodied individuals will require accessible upgrades – everyone ages. Accordingly, this requirement serves the common, short/long-term good. The world we live in changes all the time and the Association for Disabled Americans wants to embody this change as we embark on a new chapter. This is the “New Breath” of the Association: One that is fresh and strong. One that will be heard Worldwide. One with a message from which all may benefit. This change comes with a purpose and with a goal that one day will be reached. No longer should we live our lives dictated by society’s ignorance, not when we have the tools ready. For some of us, our best tool is our mind and then how we communicate with others. Ignorance is a disability that can be cured…with activism and education. Join us in our goal to not only educate our great country but others as well. The world is not immune to disabilities, so there should be more than just an “Americans with Disabilities Act”; in fact, there should be “The Universal Disabilities Act.” Together, by using our Forum, the links to Facebook/Twitter, and other media, we hope to reach all parts of the world with our “Message on a Mission!”



Thank you,
Daniel Ruiz: President
Access Disabilities Advocates

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Beyond the LabelBy: Daniel RuizI would need a wheelchair to get around. People would look at me differently, and how the...
08/12/2024

Beyond the Label
By: Daniel Ruiz

I would need a wheelchair to get around. People would look at me differently, and how they spoke and treated me was demeaning and embarrassing. It was a defining moment for me within the three months of rehabilitation and shortly after my accident, which left me a T-5 paraplegic. As I hit the post key, it would mark forty-one years to the day when my life would change to that of a person with a disability.

I need to mention the following text:
Adapting to life as a paraplegic involves more than just dealing with physical challenges. Sometimes, the invisible issues can be more difficult to handle than using a wheelchair. Who would have thought? Initially, I didn't know what to expect, and I honestly believed I would be able to walk again very soon.

At the age of sixteen, the importance of playing football, climbing trees, having a girlfriend, and living a "normal" life decreased for me compared to the goal of walking again. I was highly unaware of what it meant to have a disability at that time, and the addition of a wheelchair to the situation made it even more surreal for me.

My only experiences with a wheelchair were the times that I would be at a friend's house. At his house, his grandfather, who was involved in World War Two, used a wheelchair. What's ironic is that I learned to pop wheelies months before my motorcycle accident that left me a paraplegic.

Dealing with a disability on a personal level every day is challenging, and society's perception of people with disabilities only makes it worse. It's hard enough for someone without a disability, and adding a disability to the equation can completely change or end someone's life. I've experienced this firsthand, having encountered both extremes. At the time, all I wanted was to be able to walk again so I could continue doing everything I loved.

However, for many individuals, a disability doesn't have to be life-ending. The struggles are real, but they are not an excuse to give up by giving in to cultural ignorance. The answers lie in educating those willing and capable of understanding that there's life after a spinal cord injury (SCI). Those who genuinely focus on moving forward can and will succeed in achieving their short and long-term goals. A life with a disability is worth living, and Occam's razor shouldn't be automatically applied to those with a disability.

Some sincere and good people promote inclusion for those with disabilities and embrace the challenge of becoming an ally of those with disabilities and their aspirations. However, on the other side of that coin, some are just determined and willing to do anything to keep those with a disability where they think they should be. And that's in a living assisted institution or their home doing nothing productive. Something I had never contemplated until much later in life as a person with a disability.

It took me many years to become an advocate after facing significant discrimination and barriers. I encountered social stigma and restricted access to opportunities everywhere I went.

This made me feel invisible and insignificant in a world that offered a plethora of adventures that could be embraced by anyone willing and able. However, how could this be possible for someone who has all the added obstacles that come with having a disability?

Ever since passing the Americans with Disabilities Act, I have felt empowered to face new challenges and equipped with the necessary tools to realize my aspirations. While I have not yet reached the peak of this journey, I am unwavering in my determination to continue climbing. I firmly believe that individuals with disabilities, armed with determination, support, courage, and a caring heart, can make meaningful contributions to their communities.

One crucial role is being a positive role model. I see this influence growing daily, and I have influenced many people in my social circles, especially those closest to me. Being actively involved in people's lives can be among the most rewarding.

"They say there are two sides to every coin, and rarely is an "edge" acknowledged. We find ourselves at the center, whether it's heads or tails, black or white, right or wrong, ignorance or being well-informed. We are the gray area between black and white, the uncertainty between right and wrong, and the learners between ignorance and being well-informed. Many people with disabilities are forced to live in this transitional and acceptance phase not by choice but because of our perseverance and determination to pursue a more equitable life."

"It's better than one might assume, and we can be seen as instruments that bring together different perspectives and opinions. Finding your mountain, climbing it to its summit, and then coming down gracefully with an outstanding feeling of success is often easier said than done. However, we all need something that makes waking up in the morning unhesitant with reason and meaning. Hence, it is essential to search for reasons to be present and not look for an excuse to be absent."

"Discover your mountain and find your purpose. Once you achieve your purpose, you will realize the significance of your existence. Few things are as satisfying as knowing your role and place in life. You don't want to find yourself in your final days wondering why you didn't do more with the life given to you."

I began by saying, "Playing football, climbing trees, having girlfriends, and pursuing the dream of a 'normal' life had taken a back seat to the dream of walking again. However, I have accomplished all of those things and more since becoming a person with a disability, and I will continue to discover new experiences. These days, the only thing taking a back seat will be my wheelchair."
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Embracing the Journey: Finding Strength and Purpose in Disability
When I look back on my life, I remember the moment I first used a wheelchair—the world felt different. People looked at me in ways that were demeaning, their words often laced with pity instead of understanding. This experience was a revealing chapter in my life that unfolded during my three-month rehabilitation after the accident that left me a T-5 paraplegic. Today marks forty years since that defining day, and I have come to see my life through a different lens.

Adapting to life as a paraplegic is about much more than just the physical challenges of navigating the world with a wheelchair. In fact, the invisible challenges—the stigma, the isolation, the misperceptions—can sometimes be even more challenging to overcome. Initially, I believed that walking again was just around the corner, completely unaware of what it truly meant to live with a disability. I was just sixteen when playing football, climbing trees, and having a girlfriend felt essential. The thought of a "normal" life became overshadowed by my singular focus: the hope of walking again.

Before my accident, I had limited experience with wheelchairs—mostly seeing my friend's grandfather, a resilient World War II veteran, maneuvering his with grace. Ironically, I learned to pop wheelies in a wheelchair months before my life would dramatically change in a way that was both unexpected and surreal.

Daily life with a disability can be overwhelming, compounded by society's often misguided perceptions of what it means to live with a limitation. I realized the world was structured in a way that could feel unwelcoming to those like me. Yet, I discovered that a disability does not mark the end of one’s path—it can be a new beginning. The struggles may be real, but they should fuel a desire for change rather than discourage hope. Education and awareness are pivotal; by bridging this gap, we can illuminate the truth that life does thrive after catastrophic events like spinal cord injuries (SCI). Those who courageously focus on a brighter future can achieve incredible goals, proving that a life with a disability can be fulfilling and deeply rewarding.

While some individuals elevate the narrative of inclusion and compassion, others seem intent on confining those with disabilities to a limited existence—often in assisted living facilities, stripped of the chance to pursue their hopes and dreams. It’s a perspective I had not truly understood until later in life, but it underscored the importance of fighting for our space in this world.

Years of facing discrimination and barriers pushed me towards advocacy—a calling I embraced after feeling the sting of social stigma that can render one invisible. The world was bursting with possibilities, yet I felt suffocated by the obstacles tied to my disability. But then, the Americans with Disabilities Act arrived—a beacon of empowerment that equipped me to confront challenges head-on.

Although I haven’t reached the pinnacle of my journey, my determination to scale new heights remains unwavering. I firmly believe that individuals with disabilities, when armed with determination, support, and compassion, can make invaluable contributions to their communities. One of the most profound roles we can serve is that of a positive role model. I see this influence unfolding in my life as I connect with others. The process of actively participating in their stories is among the most enriching experiences one could wish for.

"There are two sides to every coin," they say, yet I often find myself in the gray area—the space where ignorance faces awareness, where determination meets hardship. Many people with disabilities find themselves in this transitional space, not by choice, but by our collective resolve to pursue equity.

We can be seen as instruments that orchestrate harmony between different perspectives. Discovering your "mountain" and climbing it brings a satisfying sense of accomplishment. Each day, we are given the gift of purpose, and it is crucial to wake up with intention rather than surrender to the shadows of absence.

"Find your mountain and uncover your purpose," I tell myself. Achieving this purpose ignites a profound awareness of our existence, turning every moment into a celebration of life’s possibilities.

Returning to my roots—yes, my former dreams of playing football, climbing trees, and seeking connections—these pursuits are not lost. I have accomplished all of that and more since becoming a person with a disability. Rather than allowing my wheelchair to dictate my journey, I have used it as a vehicle to explore this vast world.

These days, the only thing taking a back seat will be my wheelchair as I continue embracing new experiences and celebrating the vibrant life ahead. Life is a journey of discovery; our challenges can ultimately shape us into resilient explorers of an extraordinary existence.

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The Anniversary of the Americans with Disabilities Act and a Journey of ResilienceBy: Daniel RuizAs we commemorate the a...
07/26/2024

The Anniversary of the Americans with Disabilities Act and a Journey of Resilience
By: Daniel Ruiz

As we commemorate the anniversary of the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA), it's vital to reflect on the profound impact this landmark legislation has had on countless lives. For many, it symbolizes hope, inclusivity, and the promise of a world where individuals with disabilities can lead fulfilling lives.

One story that encapsulates this journey of resilience and determination is that of a young man who has navigated life in a wheelchair since a tragic accident at a young age. At just 15, my life took an unexpected turn. A motorcycle accident that left me with a spinal cord injury, changing everything I thought about independence, dreams, and the future.

Faced with the reality of using a wheelchair, I experienced a plethora of emotions—anger, sadness, and, at times, despair. I truly mourned the loss of the life I once had and struggled to envision a future where my dreams could still take flight.

I no longer dreamed of becoming a professional athlete, nor did I think I would have a family or a career that would warrant gainful employment. I even thought that I wouldn't be able to drive, let alone travel and explore the world as I had dreamt of before that day that I lost the ability to walk. I could not see anything further than the walls of a clinical setting being part of any stage in life.

How could I deal with the many barriers that were present throughout my backyard, including the very hospital where I had the rehabilitation of my spinal cord injury? I look back and find it ironic, but what was I to expect when the ADA was just a whisper in the ears of society. Also worth noting was when I returned to my high school, which was riddled with barriers, so much so that I would have to sit outside between the doors of my classrooms to attend my classes.

Those are but just a few scenarios that presented themselves to me in the early stages of my new life as a person with a disability. Yet, amid the disruption, I discovered my strength to rise up and redefine the narrative. Inspired by the ideals of the ADA, I began to understand that my disability did not equate to limitations; instead, it was a part of a new chapter of my journey.

I learned the meaning of improvising and tolerance at a very young age, which has been a learning experience and the platform that defines who I am today.

The ADA, enacted in 1990, was not just a law but a beacon of hope that assured individuals and myself that our rights mattered and that we deserved equal access to opportunities and spaces.
As I maneuvered through the challenges of life as a person with a disability, I encountered both barriers and allies. I vividly recall when my school installed ramps and an accessible outdoor restroom. Even though it was a far cry from being acceptable, it was better than nothing.
This would fuel my determination to advocate for myself and others.

It might seem like a small victory, but these changes signaled progress. They represented a shift in mindset—a recognition that inclusivity benefits everyone.

Soon after that, I became an advocate for accessibility within my community. I co-founded and became president of the Association for Disabled Americans. I organized awareness campaigns, shared my stories, and encouraged others to embrace diversity in all its forms.
The ADA played a crucial role in shaping policies that ensure accessibility in public spaces, but for me, the fight for inclusion goes beyond physical barriers.

I learned to navigate the complexities of social dynamics, contending with misunderstandings and prejudices about disability. With the support of family, friends, and mentors, I transformed these challenges into teachable moments, fostering empathy and awareness among those around me.

As I transitioned to a public figure, my journey continued. I found a supportive community that celebrated diversity and championed inclusivity. With advocacy groups popping up left and right, I pushed for improved facilities and programs designed to assist individuals with disabilities, ensuring they would feel right at home even when not at home. Through these efforts, I forged friendships and created a support network, proving they could cultivate a more inclusive community.

Today, as we celebrate the ADA's 34 anniversary, I stand/sit shoulder to shoulder with countless individuals who have faced adversity with the same courage and resilience. My perspective of life's challenges does not define us; how we respond to and rise above those challenges shapes our destinies.

Reflecting on my journey, I emphasize the importance of gratitude and a hopeful vision. Each day is an opportunity to challenge prejudice and push for change—both in society at large and in the hearts of individuals. The ADA has paved the way, but the journey toward full inclusion continues. It requires determination, compassion, and an unwavering belief in the power of community.

So, on this commemorative day, we honor not only the ADA and its profound impact on the lives of many but also the stories of resilience that echo in every corner of our society. Each story reminds us of the work left to do and the collective strength we can harness to create a future where everyone can flourish, regardless of their abilities.

As we look forward, let us hold steadfast to the ideals of the ADA and continue to work together to build a world where disabilities are understood, accepted, and embraced—a world where everyone can follow their dreams without barriers. My journey is far from over; it continues to inspire and ignite the flames of change within all of us.

With all that has been said and done, we are far from an acceptable world; however, we are much closer than we were 34 years ago. With that said as well in closing, I'll leave you with this to think about and that is;

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You can't make new old friendsDaniel Ruiz One of the things that I have learned over the years is that you can't make ne...
03/27/2024

You can't make new old friends
Daniel Ruiz

One of the things that I have learned over the years is that you can't make new old friends.

Saturday morning back in 1985, ready for a day of fishing. The thoughts of catching Largemouth bass were at the top of that day's to-do list. As the door opened of an early model Chevy Astro van, the scent in the air was that of one I find myself searching for occasionally with little success.

There's something about the Florida Everglades that can take someone back to their childhood by simply taking a deep breath. The organic scents of moss and pine trees and the centuries-old canal waters add to the nostalgic environment. The remains of dilapidated villages of the local tribes of Native Americans, as well as the secrets and untold history, add to the nostalgic environment.

Growing up in the southwest corner of Dade County offers a time capsule that, for me, was just a short drive of twenty minutes from my doorstep. With the rest of the "civilized" world East of a place I called home for nearly 35 years.

What made this trip memorable was what happened with an old friend that day. Telling this tale wouldn't be justified if I omitted some minor details about my friend, Bill.

It isn't easy to pinpoint the day that I met Bill. However, we agreed that my younger brother Alex introduced us in the mid-80s. We were young; if we were 18, that would be stretching it.

Bill moved to Miami from the State of Texas with his parents. His dad was what we at the time would have labeled a computer nerd— he had a room filled with software, computer parts, manuals, and monitors. This was not a common sight back then, as one might consider standard today.

Bill's dad was kind-hearted once you got to know him or when he got to know someone. He even started to pique my interest in programming, and if not for Hurricane Andrew, I may have pursued a different path to gainful employment.

Bill's mom was kind and a recluse. What I remember most about her was her unparalleled love for gaming. I can't think of a time when I would visit Bill, and his mom would not be at the computer grinding on a video game. This was before gaming online was the norm. I saw that as "cool," for lack of a better word.

Back to the van and our day fishing in the Everglades. We got out of the custom van and pulled out the 12'-foot john boat sticking out of the backside. We got the boat into the water, and soon after that, we were fishing. Ah, that first cast and the anticipation of getting a bite had begun.

We tossed a few more lines in the water before we went up the stream. We paddled the boat a short distance when we saw something in the water that wasn't a fish. As we approached the area, it looked like an old log. However, after getting closer, we noticed it was a giant alligator!

We did what any teenager would do: We put on snag hooks and attempted to catch this trophy beast. We tried for a good while to catch it before the alligator dove into the darkness. With the adrenaline pumping through our blood, we decided to try another spot not far from where we started.

We started catching fish by arriving and tossing our lines in the water. Moving from spot to spot with gentle strokes of the paddles, we found new "sweat spots" and noted them for future trips. If memory serves me correctly, I was the one doing the catching, and I mention this only because what would happen next would be the highlight of the day.

Without any warning, we heard, "How are you boys doing?" With my back facing towards this person, I said something like, "Fine." Not knowing who was asking, I heard, "Have any luck?" I replied, facing this person and saying, "Yeah, we got a few." I then noticed that it was the Gaming warden and nearly freaked out.

There was silence for what seemed several minutes when Bill and I heard. "Why don't you come here and show me a license for those fish?"
My blood pressure must have risen along with my pounding heart rate. As we started turning the boat towards the shoreline, I noticed something in the johnboat that would "Land" us in jail if caught. It was "Bertha," the community water b**g. Bill and I were in a near-frozen state as we slowly turned the boat around to face the shore.

I did what I knew how to do with the given time. I grabbed Bertha with the same hand I had a paddle in and slowly submerged Her in the water. "What's that gurgling noise?" asked the game warden. I quickly responded, "It's a lamp or something." He told me to leave it alone and to get to the shore. I said yes, sir, and continued getting to the shoreline.

I saw Bertha sticking out of the water plain as day as we approached the shore. I'm still surprised to this day that we didn't get busted.
We finally arrive at the shore, and the Game warden tells me to step out of the boat and follow him. I told him I used a wheelchair and needed to get it from the van. He looked me up and down and responded, "You don't look like you use a wheelchair." I quickly followed by saying, "You can stab my legs with a knife if you want." At the same time, holding up a fishing knife in the tackle box. "That won't be necessary," he said while directing Bill to get my wheelchair.

I finally exited the boat and got into my chair when the Game warden walked over and started pushing me toward the level ground. Here's the kicker: As the Game warden was pushing me, he said, and I quote, "You," meaning me, "I'm going to give you a warning." Then he looked at Bill and said, " But you, I'm giving you a ticket!"

That ticket followed Bill for the better part of 20 years, based on what Bill had expressed to me later in life. We still lol when the story comes up, as well as another 1/2 dozen notable tales. For the time, we were shot at while doing dumb s**t in parts of Miami, where people would be shot for no apparent reason, and the bullet hole in the bumper was a constant reminder of the dumb s**t kids get into without realizing it until after. The many trips to Fort Lauderdale Strip and women jumping into my car and then getting arrested for not sitting correctly in my vehicle.

Or the trips we took to Houston, Texas, filled with adventure from one state to another that would last a lifetime. Not to mention the nights we would do what kids do and not talk about until decades later, such as "Elephant turdding," going into hoods to only rip off those who ripped us off, and chasing the girls that only their moms could love. The memories created are only a snapshot in the mind until sharing them with an old friend.

Stories that live only in our hearts and minds are just that until shared on a platform such as this one. These are days that I wouldn't trade in for the world. With noting the importance and charm of having an "old-friends..."

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