A blog post created for BeautifullyBlind.com Accepting My Blindness As I pass through so many worlds, so many lives each day, I wish my Scarlet Letter was not my defining impression. My blindness does not define me. And to those who don’t understand I begin to write… If I never accepted my blindness I would join you in a notion of pity and share a tear of sadness with you. And, yet, there would come a day when we would cry no more, no more...
Shoes I will never know what it is like to wear the shoes of a black man in a small white town. To wear the shoes of a Japanese in California in 1941, that too, I’ll never know. I’ll never really know what different shoes would bring me nor different times would show me but I do know my own shoes I fill and I fill them well. Being blind or Visually Impaired comes with it something I never ever knew and I could never ever compare it to some...
The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life.
One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education.
He argued, 'What's a kid going to learn from
someone who decided his best option in life was to become
a teacher?'
He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers:
'Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach.'
To emphasize his point he said to another guest;
'You're a teacher, Bonnie.
Be honest.. What do...