Hello Everyone. My name is Michael Adam Assenberg,
This web site has been made to let people know about how Housing wants to throw a sick person out onto the street.
I became disabled in 1985 while working as a Security Guard in Corona, California. I was working a twelve hour post with no help and no contacts during that time. Two hours into my post I had seen some action up the hill by the TNT shack. I went to check it out and found a white pick-up truck there.
The people who had the truck heard me going up the hill so they started up their truck and headed to the back of the complex. They ran out of roadway so they started over a old train bridge in the back of the complex and stalled halfway on the tracks.
I took out my PR-24 side handle night stick and a large canister of mace, ready for action, and started talking to the two people in the white pick-up. As far as I knew there was no one else, I did not know what was going to happen next or how it would change my life, forever.
Before I knew it a person came up from behind me and hit me in the middle of my back with a baseball bat. He then grabbed the front of my Guard jacket and pushed me backwards into a dry river bottom full of boulders.
I laid there for a couple of hours acting as if I was dead. I knew that if I moved they would realize I was still alive and they would come down the hill and finish what they started. After they left I started yelling, then stopped when I heard dogs barking in the background. Last thing I wanted to do was to be dog food when I could not protect myself.
I went to stand up and found that I had no feeling from my stomach down. To my horror it was like I had been cut in half with no feeling at all.
At that point I had wished they had killed me, as I had always been active in my life. This was no way to live. I had at least 9 more hours before another Guard was to take over for the next shift. By that time it would be dark and who knows how much longer it would have been for the search and for my body to have been found.
So I made up my mind and used my hands and elbows to crawl up a 45 degree incline and 2.3 miles to the nearest Guard shack where I called 911. While talking to them I blacked out. When I came to I was in the hospital. About 15 minutes later an orthopedic surgeon came to tell me that I had broken nine bones in my back and crushed my cervical process at the base of my neck. The doctor who took care of me informed myself and my family that I never would walk again.
That Doctor did not know just how stubborn I could be. Using a back brace and a walker I pushed myself to walk again. It took six and 1/2 months before I got any real feeling in my legs again and now, 21 years later, I still only have 30% feeling from my waist down.
As of now, every pain medication known to man has been tried on me but the best the doctors could do is 80 Mg of Endocet and 500Mg of Oral Morphine per day for pain. The only other thing they could do for me was suggest Medical Marijuana aka MMJ. The Endocet and Morphine help but it is the MMJ on top of those, that makes life livable.