Traveling Blind Last month I was determined to go into the city without a sighted companion. I boarded the train with my cane in hand. Along the way I gathered more blind people going to the same meeting I was attending. By the end, we had a herd of blind people,3 with dogs and 3 with canes. I had never experienced anything like this before and my anxiety was high. The tradition of the group was to go to the coffee place across the street before the meeting, so off we went. I held on to a man who was amazing with his cane and I trusted him to keep me relatively safe. Blind people traveling on a busy city sidewalk is truly an adventure which requires bravery and deep concentration. There is a constant chatter between everyone so that we mark our progress to the goal. Well, when we got to where the coffee place was, it wasn't there anymore and the terrane had changed. The people with dogs were commanding the dogs to find the door which wasn't there and the cane users were tapping all the walls to find the door. I decided to stand back to see how this would unfold. All the while, the voices in my head were having a party amongst themselves. Part of me was horrified to be part of such a scene and part of me thought it was hysterically funny. It could have been a comedy or a mediocre reality show. I had to decide for myself in that moment which scene I was participating in and whether or not I cared what anybody looking on thought. It all came down to the frame of reference I chose for myself. I chose to laugh while I was in this crazy movie and cry when I got home. Laughter helped me to enjoy the experience and crying helped my nerves to settle after I was safe at home.
Laughing at the voices in my head and in the face of reality usually keeps me moving forward.