Escaped
When I walk down the street most days I feel like an escape. I should be locked up. I should be in the shadows. I should be kept away. I am unclean. I am a leaper. I may be contagious. Don’t let your children come near me. Don’t touch me the blindness will rub off. Don’t talk to me. Ignore me.
I get self conscious and frustrated from time to time. People forget I’m a human being. I need to work. I need to play. I need to live. I need to love. I’d like a friend or two. I need to learn. I need to eat.
My being blind has nothing to do with any of you. I’m not here to frustrate you. I’m not here to embarrass you. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to live and live well.
When I walk down the street when I’m commuting to work when I’m out and about on the weekend. People look at me like I’ve escaped. Very few people go “You Go BlindMan!!!”, very few. More to the point people feel embarrassed or somehow injured that I’m there. I’m out of my cell out of my box and in a space where I’m not supposed to be.
My white cane is an intrusion an instrument of… an instrument of what? I’m not going to hit you with my cane. My white cane is not going to bite you.
People will always say to me your amazing you do so many things you lead such an active life. I do. I love the world. I love people. I love to experience. I love to live.
When you are a horses ass to me I’m not embarrassed by you. I feel sorry for you, that you are so threatened by me. I feel bad for you that you hate yourself so much because I am threatening to you.
I am going to live. I’d hope and pray you do the same. If I am somehow impactful to you breath and look inside and see what’s bothering you and what you are ashamed of inside you. Don’t look at me. I’m just another guy with a white cane doing my best to live and live well.
I’m a BlindMan on the loose.
My being blind has nothing to do with any of you. I’m not here to frustrate you. I’m not here to embarrass you. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to live and live well.
When I walk down the street when I’m commuting to work when I’m out and about on the weekend. People look at me like I’ve escaped. Very few people go “You Go BlindMan!!!”, very few. More to the point people feel embarrassed or somehow injured that I’m there. I’m out of my cell out of my box and in a space where I’m not supposed to be.
My white cane is an intrusion an instrument of… an instrument of what? I’m not going to hit you with my cane. My white cane is not going to bite you.
People will always say to me your amazing you do so many things you lead such an active life. I do. I love the world. I love people. I love to experience. I love to live.
When you are a horses ass to me I’m not embarrassed by you. I feel sorry for you, that you are so threatened by me. I feel bad for you that you hate yourself so much because I am threatening to you.
I am going to live. I’d hope and pray you do the same. If I am somehow impactful to you breath and look inside and see what’s bothering you and what you are ashamed of inside you. Don’t look at me. I’m just another guy with a white cane doing my best to live and live well.
I’m a BlindMan on the loose.
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