Over
the years, I have heard people who are using their white cane described
in many ways - most complimentary - brave, courageous, independent,
adventurous, etc. Probably, we can all identify with each of these
traits at one time or another, but sometimes as users of a white cane,
we can also feel scared, nervous, timid, and my word of the other day - a
little foolish.
Lyle and I have been on a road trip to Winnipeg
and I wanted coffee. Because Lyle couldn't get through the McDonald's
drive through in our motorhome, he parked on the street and sent me
inside. I had followed his directions to cross the parking lot, but
when I approached the side of the building, I couldn't see the door to
enter. Suddenly there was a whoosh and an automatic door opened in front
of me. Ah ha! I proceeded inside, bought my coffee, and turned to
leave.
Again I stood in front of what I now knew was the
doorway. Nothing happened. There was no whoosh. I stood with coffee
in hand, waiting patiently. Was the door broken? Perhaps I wasn't
standing close enough. I inched forward and then it occurred to me.
The door was already open! Cautiously I reached out my hand. Sure
enough - open space!
Now I'm sure this incident only took a few
seconds, but for me in my state of uncertainty, the minutes seemed
interminable. I didn't feel brave or adventurous - just a little
foolish. Still, when you don't se well or when you don't see at all,
there are often days with the potential of little blunders. That is
when the courage steps in. We just chalk it up to experience and carry
on.
I did enjoy my morning coffee!
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