About Us

This blog is about how the world is viewed by the visual and the visually impaired. The intent of this blog is to bring the two worlds together. It is administered by two fabulous sisters, Toni, who is sighted and Robin, who became visually impaired in 2002 at the age of 18 due to misdiagnosis.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

My 11 Year Old Self

I have a story to share, it is not blindness related, but I thought it was worthy of talking about with all of you. Maya Angelou understood it best when she said, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.” So, put on your seatbelts because we are going to travel back to the mid 1990’s, when I was in the 6th grade. This was a hard time for me because at school, I absolutely had no friends and felt isolated by my peers. Particularly, there were a group of girls, which seemed as though their main mission each day was to make my life as miserable as they could. I dreaded going to school, and could not wait for the year to be over. With that said, at the end of the year, I switched schools and never looked back. Fast forward to the present; 19 years later, I have not talked to any of my former classmates from that school and had no expectation of ever doing so. But, you see, that is the funny thing about life, it can be unpredictable and rarely do things happen as you expect. I can attest to this first hand because at the end of last year, life threw me another curve ball. One day when checking my email, I was surprised by a particular sender. In fact, I had to scroll over his name several times before opening the message to make sure that I was hearing my screen reader correctly. After opening the message, it was indeed who I thought it was; a male classmate from my 6th grade class. To say the least; my mouth flung open and I entered into a complete state of disbelief. In the message, he apologized for not being all that nice to me when we were younger. In addition, he offered some words of encouragement by talking about how strong of a person I am. The email was such a kind gesture and it meant a lot to me. I feel it was commendable for him to take the time to reach out to me, and it shows what a considerate adult he has grown up to be. Of course I accepted his apology, and now I have a pleasant ending to a chapter in my life that I had once closed. Speaking for my 11 and 30 year old self, I want to thank him again for contacting me!

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