Never walk alone. Methinks everyone in the world has felt like they were alone. Most of us have had at least one ‘pitty party’. Some more than others, some with more reason than others.
I look at my life and don’t find a lot to do any pitying about. Then when I look at others I know some have a lot to get them down, if they were allowed to.
Remembering my Aunt Georgia, a sweet lady who lost her sight. She moved around in ‘her’ house as well as someone with sight. When we visited she always prepared coffee for mom and dad and milk or tea for us kids. Aunt Georgia was one that a kid could talk to. I watched in wonder as she was the perfect hostess, Uncle Oscar helped a little but she preferred to maneuver herself.
I followed her in the kitchen and she knew I was there, “Jackie, are you in school now?”
“Yes ma’am, but I want to know something. How do you how do you keep from running the cups over the top?”
“It is a trick you learn when you cannot see. Look, I put my finger over the edge of the cup, not enough to touch anyone’s drink, but I can sense the cold or hot as it gets near.”
“But how do you keep from tripping and falling when you carry all that into another room?”
“Oh son, I have fell more times than you can count on your fingers and toes, but the trick is to keep everything in the same place and remember where it is. If you fall, you feel around to find out why, then you fix that, so it don’t happen again. But the main thing is when you fall, blind or not, is that you get up again.”
As I write this, I remember a song our twin grandsons, Josh and Stephen used to sing, with motions something like this:
“Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.”
You probably are or know someone who fits the category.
I would be amiss not to mention Bill Irwin. He lost his sight in his 50’s. He walked the entire Appalachian Trail with his dog Orient. Sherry and I were fortunate to have dinner with him and his beautiful wife in Bangor, Maine before he passed away. Bill was a celebrated international motivational speaker. Yep, some march ahead to another drummer.
These are some 1972 vehicles……
The Gremlin, pretty much of a mistake by AMC
Reagan’s Ride. Sherry and I saw this one in the Henry Ford. The windshields had discolored into a milky haze and the curator did not know why.