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Blind leading the blind

3 Mar

Early Friday morning, I tried to relax as I soaked in the sights at the buzzing DFW airport. A couple next to me with two small girls giggled and joked as they awaited their fate on standby. A superdad proudly strolled about with a little one nestled into his chest in a baby wrap normally worn by mommys. Coolest thing ever.

Finally, it was time to board my section. As I merged into the line to board my flight to Boston, I noticed a couple a few heads before me: Each held a long metal rod in their right hand. The woman rested her left hand on the man’s right shoulder as he stood slightly before her, occasionally waving his guiding stick to know when to inch forward in the snaking line.


Intrigued, I continued to watch the pair, independent of a seeing companion or assistance from the airline navigate this process. They walked past the agent scanning each ticket and eased down the thin winding corridor that led to our plane, their guiding sticks the only marker of their disability.

I was impressed to say the least. There was one small hiccup where the maze abruptly turned right and the couple continued straight until a seeing passenger walking behind them led them back from an impending dead end. Whew. Close call. They were gracious. After the helpful passenger steered them in the right direction, they were back on their way.

In the same synchronized steps, they boarded the plane. Stepping aboard they quickly found their seats (how?), declining the flight attendant’s offer to help. Once we landed, the man independently, found their bags at baggage claim. I still have no idea how he knew which luggage was theirs by simply touching the bags.

I walked up next to him to grab my massive luggage off the swiveling carousel and was tempted to mention how amazing it was to witness such a thing. But I didn’t want to patronize them or make them feel like they were an amusement trick. Obviously, normalcy was prized.

I wondered when they had lost their sight. But most importantly, I wondered who in their lives had assured them that they could do anything and equipped them with the tools to do so.

I saw with my own eyes the blind literally leading the blind, gingerly, confidently and yes, correctly. And when they got off track, once reset, they plowed ahead with the same stride, same confidence, not cowering, unapologetically walking in ownership and agency.

When navigating life, we all have our limits. How can we push consistently push past them? How can we develop the confidence to walk out in faith even knowing that mistakes may be inevitable? These two were a great example.


Those Who Can

11 Aug

My family grows teachers.  My dad’s a teacher. My mom’s a teacher. Aunts and cousins, too. But I’ve always wrinkled my nose at the profession. Probably a result of an ill-seeded “those who can, do; those can’t, teach” planted by some haphazard farmer years ago.

So instead of following my parents into the world of lesson plans and chalkboards, I decided to major in business management. All the world’s a business, my 17-year-old self reasoned.  I figured if I understood the basic principles, I could simply apply them to my actual interests and skills.  Ironically, my journey away from the family business has led me through the back doors of countless classrooms. One in particular still sticks with me.  Continue reading

Designer Degrees: Looking Beneath the Labels

28 May

Notice: This post is one that has been tinkering in my head for weeks.   Thus, there are lots of digressions.  You have been warned.

Sniff. . .Smell that?  The sweet scent of hope tinged with the stench of reality signals the nearing end of graduation season.

A week ago, I joined the ranks of millions of 2010 college graduates, scads of students all vying to get our hands on the pieces of paper that we invested four years and thousands of dollars into receiving.  Alas, with diploma in hand, this quest is complete.  We have reached the pot of gold, the end of the rainbow, the emerald city.  For now, anyway. Continue reading


Cults of Consumption: Sox and Jordans

19 May

Before I left Boston, I had one final task: to experience a Red Sox game.  Now, I must admit, I’m not a fan of baseball.  Nor am I a fan of the Red Sox.  I just felt that it would be a crying shame for me to return to my home in Dallas without experiencing the activity of which so many Bostonians proudly partake. Continue reading