I like to tell stories.  I like to tell stories of how I used to struggle so much with blindness, of how I fought it at every turn until I received the grace of acceptance and that has made all the difference. That kind of thing makes for a nice story.

At the end of these stories, I reach a conclusion.  The conclusion wraps up the loose ends of the story and spells out the lesson I learned while living whatever it was that has turned into this story.  It brings symmetry and balance and puts a pretty bow on the whole thing.

In writing stories, I am seduced into thinking that I am reporting my past, writing about things long ago and far away.  “That’s how I used to be; I am different now.”  And I get compliments about how far I’ve come.  I get affirmed and I get validated.

It’s easy sometimes to think that the past is behind me, that, with these stories, I am reporting my history.  But my history is my present.  I am still in the midst of this.  I still have eyesight.  That means I still have eyesight to lose.

And that means I’ll have more stories to tell.  And I have found a voice as a blind person, a voice that I never had before.  Stories are what I can create out of this poker hand that life has dealt.  I can write about what life on life’s terms means to me.  I can’t change it but I can.

Losing that last glimmer of eyesight scares the hell out of me sometimes.  But I’ve come this far and I’m doing better now than ever.  Maybe it won’t happen, maybe it will.  Whatever happens, it’s sure to make a damn good story.

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2 Responses to Storytelling

  1. farrboot says:

    I’m glad to have caught up with you again, Jeff; am enjoying your stories. Hugs to you both. Judi

  2. Jenny T says:

    Hi Jeff, Thank you for sharing your stories. For me, the hardest thing was not losing the rest of my sight, although that hurt too, but rather, the hardest thing was coming to terms with and accepting what I would never see again, such as colors, any type of cute animal, a blue cloudless sky, the trees in fall, any dessert baked by my sister, the full moon, a sunset and anything dealing with Christmas. Even with my limited sight, those were all things that made me happy and inspired me to write, poetry and short fiction specifically. Writing stories and sharing them does seem to help. Hope you had a wonderful holiday? I did, only to have my professors assign us 3 20 page papers, along with three major projects and presentations, all to be completed by the end of term, so it looks like Blazer and I will be permanent fixtures in the library and on computer. Happy writing. Jenny and her wonderful guidedog Blazer

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