Libby Thaw’s Checkered Eye and ‘Doing Fine’ The Joy of Networking I have to say one thing — traveling along the road on this sight loss journey nowadays the view is quite different that it used to be. I love
A Tribute to my Sister A Knack for Choosing Clothes I don’t remember when my sister started frequenting garage sales but I do recall that when I went along, it felt like we were going to the fair! She always said,
Before my vision loss got so bad that it ended my career, I traveled extensively overseas teaching English as a foreign language. For more than twenty-five years, I was either flying out of or back into the United States during school holidays
The speaker on the other end of the phone said, “Congratulations, Amy. The board of directors have approved you for the 2009-2010 academic year. You got the job!”
“Wow! Exciting news!”
I hung up the phone and did a happy dance. Life was just about to get better. A regular income and I could use my Spanish skills!
Buddy’s tail thumped against the stool. His eyes followed me as he picked up on my excitement. He jumped up when I danced, estilo-Colombiano, around the room singing the first stanza again. With one hand over my heart and the other out for balance, I shimmied my hips–
Okay, let’s face it…Life happens.
It’s how we view it that makes or breaks our day, right?
It all boils down to ATTITUDE.
I took a deep breath and slipped out the door.I faced a new test every time I entered the darkness. I squared my shoulders and in the meager light, stepped straight out to and faced the street. How hard can this be, anyway? I turned my body so that I could travel left. Four blocks. There’s a big library there. Cross the street. Go five blocks. You should be on your own street. Cross it and find the sidewalk. To your right is the side street beside your house. Cross that and you’re home. My heart beat erratically as I swept my cane in front of me, keeping myself centered on the sidewalk. This was the first I’d tried to navigate the road by myself. I didn’t want anyone to feel they had to offer me a ride home.
But now I was second-guessing myself. Tonight the sky seemed pitch black.
I kept my thoughts positive. I’m getting there. I’
Cancer took Sharon from Joe.
Nothing can take her from his heart.
When I taught my ESL and Spanish classes, I’d always add components of culture into our lessons so that the student could better understand situations in the target language and culture. When a sighted person is dealing with someone losing their vision, there’s also a “cultural” element one needs to be aware of. The following story illustrates it well.
“The day was bright and sunny as most May days tend to be / In the hills of Apallachia down in Knoxville, Tennessee / A dozen men put on ther suits and quickly took their places / In white robes and those tall and pointed hoods that hid their faces …”