About a year-and-a-half ago (time really does fly!), I had the honor of meeting, representing, and most importantly, becoming friends with Jenny Hatch. When I met her, Jenny was living in a group home, where she didn’t want to live. Each day, she went to a sheltered workshop to do work she didn’t like in a place she didn’t want to be, for less than minimum wage. She wasn’t allowed to see her closest friends. If you wanted to talk to her, you had to fill out a permission slip.