To all those parents of special needs children, “You are so amazing!” This last year I have volunteered as a bowling coach for the Special Olympics of Minnesota. With the encouragement of a fellow bus rider/neighbor, actually, the persistence of this man, I began the process of getting certified and coaching 5 young adults. I was quite apprehensive of what I was about to commit to and to tell you the truth, I loved it. When asked by one of...
It is interesting how I go about my day traveling the public transit, riding in my car, and being in the public eye puts me in awkward situations. Can’t be sure how awkward the moments are and actually the moments are not mine…the awkward moments are the publics.
Getting onto an elevator and hearing footsteps stop short of that person getting on. Dead silence as I pass with an abrupt mid-sentence left hanging until I move on along my...
By Jeff Thompson Writing and posting tidbits and sound-bites of my interests and experiences through social networking is what I found fills some kind of part of me with a gratification that I never thought I would really experience. I mean, it’s Twitter, right? And, it has become a window to a part of me that wants to be a part of something. Something that seems to be a wave of experiences drifting about an ocean of tweets, tweeters, and yes,...
Scientist are finding ways to bypass portions of a defective eye component and sight is being created where no sight was before. Is this coming down the pipeline for me and you? Is this a barbaric form of stimulation of contrasting figments that are decipherable to the person or is this the grand jewel of technology to the blind? I am not sure. I have no clue. But hey, go for it. Make them eyes in the shop and send them my way. Will this change...
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...