One of our clients at work, he's really helped me the last few weeks. I'm the one who's supposed to help him right? He's such an interesting guy, and the way he deals with his impairment(he's blind) baffles me. His story of how he became blind; being that he grew up in a country where they didn't have the knowledge or resources to fix a simple eye injury-which led to his eyes both becoming useless when he woke up one morning, sounds so incredibly....well shady. How fair is that? If he was probably anywhere else in the world it could have been treated. I would be so angry, and perhaps he was at one time. He takes it all in stride with daunting acceptance. He laughs and tells me "man I wish I could see again, I would have my own car, I could see all the beautiful girls." He and I both know he could do so much more than that, but because he says it in respect to doing trivial everyday-things, I feel like shit. Taken. For. Granted. He deals with his disability like it's a joke, he's accepted it and makes the most out of himself while he has it. He's not ashamed of it. He makes everyone laugh, and plays off any mistakes he makes like it's the world that is in his way. It's awesome and inspiring.
I'm used to working with so many people with disabilities, and I've always been impressed by the things they can accomplish, often just like anyone else. I ask myself why the hell do we have to be so embarrassed of all the stupid little things we do in our lives. I downright suck, I need to do better for myself.
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