After being “helped” a lot this morning I decided to make a post about how some people might view my average day:
7:30am- wake up unsure if it’s day or night outside. Get dressed and hope that everything matches and then head out.
7:55am- head to Marta, grateful that there are so many kind people to escort me across the street and to warn me about the stairs that I might otherwise not have noticed with my cane. Get to the platform and wait on the train and be glad that I didn’t fall onto the tracks because I was stopped ten feet away from the kindly old street preacher.
7:59am- get onto the train and thank the people sitting in the reserved seats for people with disabilities and the elderly for increasing my choices and not relegating me to an “assigned seat.”
8:15am- transfer to the east line by finding the escalator with echolocation.
8:35am- arrive in Decatur, where a series of people are positioned every few feet to guide me the two blocks to my office’s building.
8:40am-5:00pm- sit in a darkened corner for eight hours.
5:00pm-6:00pm- repeat my morning routine in reverse, relying on the kindness and understanding of the sighted community to transport me safely home.
7:00pm- eat something and hope that it is both fully cooked and unspoiled.
8:00pm- go to bed and say a prayer for all the kind, caring people that got me through my day safe and sound.
The concerned citizen, upon reflecting on my stressful day will then wonder why I didn’t just stay home and save myself the trouble. The end. 🙂