Crossing a Street

I was crossing a street in Bethlehem last week with my white cane and my left hand held up, when a car horn to my left startled me. The driver was shouting at me and continued to shout at me until I reached the safety of the sidewalk on the other side. My training was very thorough; my caseworker told me this may happen; he told me what to do and I followed that lesson.

While the incident left me a little shaken, I don’t want one incident to discourage me. I am still learning how to navigate in a busy world. I have had to slow down my pace in order to safely navigate: whether it is crossing a street, grocery shopping, reading and writing, or doing laundry.

 I have worked hard to remain independent and to keep working. Sometimes, others may need to slow down, too.