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It seems that I always fall into wonderful serendipitous experiences. If I’m going to fall, that’s the best kind of fall to have–no bruises, no bumps or bangs, and no painful stitches. What a relief! These are elements I experience every day
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When my writing colleague asked for people to join her blog tour to introduce her new book, I quickly volunteered for the task. I love romance and couldn’t wait to find out more about her book and characters! But I’m jumping ahead of myself.
“I have a vision-impaired friend who has a basket ministry,” Marilyn said when I mentioned I wanted to have some giveaway baskets. “She collects things to add to baskets and does a lovely job.”
“She’s got the job!” I joked, noting that it was a volunteer position.
I notice a pattern in these kinds of things. Something I expected to fall into place goes terribly wrong, and I think, oh no, my life is ruined. Nothing is going to work out.
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Words from the Author
Prayer for success and outreach of
Mobility Matters: Stepping Out in Faith
Question and Answer Session
Book Signing / Sales
Fitting oneself with a cane is a huge emotional hurdle for anyone facing vision loss. But Bob’s expertise with the all the details fascinated me and I found myself even agreeing to try one out.
In the living room, I smoothed the bare cushion of my loveseat. The throw covering never came off unless it was washday or company visited because it also served as a bed for my dog, Buddy. At least the cushions didn’t appear to have any dog hair.
“Okay, this is as good as it’s going to look. I’m ready for Bob.”
If only I had something other than water to offer. “I should’ve made some cake or cookies,” I muttered.
But this was not a social call. It was my first meeting with Bob, my orientation and mobility specialist.