Throughout our lives, there are stages of facades. As a young child, it may be the facade of toughness; as a teenager, of not caring; of a young man, of cognitive dissonance; in middle age, the facade of contentment; in later years, of a facade of wisdom. All throughout, we put up walls and hide the skeletons in our tightly-sealed closets.
There are, however, facades which cannot hide some things — such as a medical condition. We can walk around and try to pretend, to hide, to act “as if” — but when a medical condition begins to prevent a person from performing one or more of the essential elements of one’s Federal or Postal job, such a facade only goes so far.
Robert R. McGill, Esquire