My vision is really getting worse. Yesterday, I ran into a friend downtown while I was waiting for the bus. Even when she called my name, I did not recognize her. She had to tell me who she was. Today, I worked late and a woman at work gave me a ride home, because she did not want me walking to the bus stop after dark. As she was driving, I could not see well enough to tell her where to turn onto my street. Then, I could not see where we were on the street and could not tell her which house was mine.
Deteriorating vision has become part of my life. I hardly notice it in the day to day. In the last couple of days, though, I have really become aware of how bad it is. Now I see how wonderful divine grace is to arrange everything so that I could get this job right when driving was becoming impossible and right when I needed to be in an environment with other people with visual impairments.
I really identify with the low-vision community now. I feel so comfortable at ABVI-Goodwill, where there are people representing a full range of visual ability. Everyone is valued, because everyone is valuable. I don’t have to feel sorry for myself. I don’t have to be afraid of the future. I am so glad that I did not give in to self-pity and give up on life. Life is good. I am happy. I am blessed.