Wouldn’t it be cool if I pulled up in your driveway with a Seeing Eye dog and white cane? No, seriously, I am not joking here. Actually, I really want a disabled sticker for my car so I don’t have to trip and slip all over the snow during the winter (did we have that this year?). I could just park at the front of a store and not deal with all the obstacles of low vision. But honestly, how would THAT conversation go at the DMV? So, I have low vision and am not too great at seeing contour, could I have a placard for my CAR? Somehow I think they would take my driver’s license and say “uhm, we’ll get back to you in a bit” and then disappear into the bowels of the DMV never to surface again. The big joke ever since this eye disease started was the one day (maybe sooner than anticipated at this rate) I may need a Seeing Eye dog. I think my current dog might get jealous, but for those who know Mocha (he is a tweeny weiney dachshund), could he truly “protect” me and lead the way? Remember the dog in “UP” where the dog is all happy and looking at his owner, then suddenly says “Squirrel” and is all distracted. That would be Mocha. We’d be out, the light would turn red, and then he’d drag me out in traffic to chase some animal that thinks today is a good day to feel big and test fate. Don’t get me wrong, I am jazzed about one day meeting Jesus, just not on the hood of someone’s car. Anyway, the realities of declining vision and needing more assistance are part of the reality of my condition. I guess we’ll cross that hood bridge when the time comes.
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