Sometimes, even a person who is blind can get hit from their blind side. This truth was made evident to me yesterday and after a coffee and a good night’s sleep, I am still unsure what I think about the debacle that was yesterday afternoon.
I left my office and headed downtown to attend a City Council meeting where a White Cane Day proclamation was going to be read. I got off the bus and started walking across the street when suddenly heard a crunching sound, my nose exploded into a fiery pain, and blood gushed from my nose at an alarming volume. A guy had run smack into me as he was running across the street. I stumbled backward dazed and a bit confused. Sorry, the guy said as he kept running. I was left in the middle of the intersection dripping blood and slowly coming to the realization that I needed to move as the light was going to change.
I walked down to Red Robin and they wanted nothing to do with me. I asked for napkins and eventually they gave me some with a cup of water. I continued bleeding, while the Red Robin staff urged me to go to the hospital. It just so happened that an EMT was across the street. I went over and chatted with them and finally quit bleeding. With a large cup of water I cleaned myself up as best I could and refused a trip to the hospital. Looking a bit more presentable, I walked into the Red Robin, washed up again in their bathroom, ate dinner, and made it to my meeting.
Confidence is critical for a blind person to travel independently. Events will inevitably happen that can shake one’s confidence, and yet there is no option except to keep on keeping on. You can’t stay at home. There is an entire world out there to see. And while it does astound me that the guy who mowed me down did not stop and nobody else walking past offered help, in no way will this experience slow me down, although Google needs to hurry up with those self-driving cars!