When I was a much younger man, lord knows that the state of Illinois tried its level best to rehabilitate me, in the vocational sense. The Division of Vocational Rehabilitation paid to put me through college and purchased my first motorized wheelchair.
But did it work? Was I rehabilitated, vocationally? Here I am more than 40 years later and I still don’t know the answer to that probing question. But maybe rehabilitation isn’t the right word for the process of helping cripples get jobs, because when you rehabilitate something, like an old house, you restore it to its