The man who read the fine print
I Read Every Form Myself.
Because Otherwise I Was Losing My House.
My name is Dale Corbin. I'm 68 years old and I live on the same check you do. A few years back the numbers stopped working — the tax bill, the premium, the pharmacy — and I sat down at this table with a ring binder and started reading the forms nobody had ever handed me.
I'm not a lawyer. I'm not an attorney, an advisor, or an agent, and I'm not from the government. I have no credential of any kind. What I have is time, a stubborn streak, and a rule I follow: I don't believe a number until I've seen where it comes from on an official page.
Here's what I learned. Almost nothing is automatic, and almost nothing is guaranteed. Nearly every program is means-tested, so nobody can honestly tell you that you're exempt or that you qualify. But you may qualify — and there is always an exact form, an exact office, and an exact question to ask. That's what I wrote down. Not promises. The checking.
— Dale Corbin