During my walks between home and work, my feet follow the course while my mind wanders. Some days, I list things—U. S. Presidents, state capitals, pro sports teams (30 in baseball, 32 in the NFL). Other times, I sing “Sgt. Pepper’s” or the first Doors album. Today, I’m making a gratitude list.
I am grateful for my Seeing Eye dog, Randy. His work ethic enables me to relax my mind a bit, to list things and sing songs during our walks. He is my guide and companion. With him, I never walk alone.
I am grateful to have GPS rather than relying on guesswork, memory or counting steps when I try a new route to work.
I am grateful for a sense of adventure that gets me out of the house to explore new places and things.
I am grateful for the willingness to say, “Please help me” for direction in life from a higher power and directions to the bus stop from a stranger.
I am grateful for the occasional wisdom to apply the phrase, “Don’t Give Up,” judiciously—to know when to keep pushing and when to give it a rest and come back to it later.
I am grateful that, for me, there is no physical pain with blindness and I am grateful to have the empathy to extend to those who suffer.
I am grateful for people in my life who love, care, encourage and try to understand and I am grateful when I find those qualities in myself.
I am grateful for the perspective to view blindness not as punishment, deficiency or a bad break, but to see it as a part, but not the defining part, of a larger me.
I am grateful for the gift to accept blindness as real life and to make of it what I will.