As Christmas comes and goes, I have mixed emotions. Our Erie, PA Christmas storm reflects the way I feel. I’m weary but have felt much encouragement through the months to pick me up. Read about how physical storms and spiritual
2015: A Tough Year of Endurance and Change 8 “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.”
Friday Friends: Spotlight on Joy Ross I met Joy through the RP Christian Connection, a Facebook support group I co-administer. She always posts encouraging updates and upbeat youtube clips. Inspired by her posts, I asked if she would like to be featured as
Friday Friends Guest Interview Part 2 with Kerry Kijewski Blind Woman Sets Her Sight on Travel 1. What are your career goals, Kerry? I have wanted to be many things throughout my life: artist, librarian, doctor/nurse, psychologist, writer. I want
Friday Friends Guest Blogger: Beckie Ann Horter *** Today, I have a guest blogger! Let me introduce you to my very good friend, a fellow blogger and also an editor for Proverbs 31 Ministries, Beckie Ann Horter. We met in
October 1 begins National Disabilities Employment Month AND National Cane Safety Month. Looking back, I’m amazed at my own progress! A year ago, these issues were not part of my active vocabulary
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all we did was have tea parties with little girls and meet up with our friends for grown-up versions of the same? I knew a woman who collected teacups. She kept them all in a glass curio case. I used to wonder how much enjoyment she got from them. I said, “Why don’t you ever use them?” She said they were too costly and fragile to handle. My friend felt it was best to look at and admire them from behind glass. I chose to make the tea sets I purchased abroad accessible and take my chances. Of course, the inevitable happened.
Thunk! Huh? I moved my long white cane sideways.
Thunk! In the opposite direction.
Thunk! I could barely move, but I stepped forward.
Bam! My head smacked into something flat and hard.
When July’s endless sunshine rolls around, interrupted by thick, gray clouds and a downpour, it brings back the memory of that one summer day all over again.
With my cane, I sped along Main Street. A young woman driving slowed down and then stopped beside me. “Amy, where’re you headed?” I told her I had only a few blocks to go and gestured down the road. “Hop in. I’m going that direction. I can take you.”
I had no idea who the driver was. I didn’t recognize her. But that wasn’t unusual. A lot more people saw me than I did them! Being blind and all.
I squinted out the window at a blurry building. “That’s it. That’s the place. You can drop me off here.”
“There? Are you sure?”
“I’m getting my hair trimmed,” I explained.
Why did she sound so shocked?