07 September 2006

The handicapped.

I think everyone is really good at something; it's just a matter of finding out what that is.

Many times, I've seen this girl that's blind (or vision impaired), and I applaud that kind of perseverance. It's enlightening to see someone not only struggle, but also overcome. I'm a big proponent of 'play the cards which you've been dealt' kind of thing, something she seems to do well.

The reason I'm mentioning this today, is I saw her in J2 for lunch, and she was being escorted by a DHFS worker through the lines, and probably to her seat (I didn't make any more conjectures beyond that). This worker didn't look happy, and it was irritating. You're helping a blind girl; the least you could do is be happy that you're not blind. Next time, I would like to volunteer to give assistance, because that's probably more of a service than sitting around with people and trying to muddle past their discussion of vacuous girls. These angry workers need to quit, they're upsetting more than a couple souls.

A part of me (1-2 members) complains that I didn't step in, or the numerous times I've seen her outside RLM, and never did anything. Of course, I keep telling myself next time can be different, but probably not. Anyone? Any ideas? How do I solve this dilemma?

What a gift sight is. _c____s is full of people that don't deserve it and so many idiots out there that can see, but waste the rest of their bodies. Who's to say that the blind can't be the next Einstein or Fermi? I suppose the only placating idea is that most of them don't know what sight feels like, so by comparison, it's like.. flying an airplane. I've never done it, and I only hear about it, so I can't assign that much pleasure to it. I'm a total ass for comparing the need for sight to my desire to fly a plane (and land...).

Worry not. If I get my way, I would help to better man. Friends and family are not that important, we should all work to better ourselves.

Also, I went to pick up my TKD uniform, and there was a guy across the bus from me, and every so often he was flailing his arms wildly. After a while (since I was only looking at him from the corner of my eye), I started to think he had Tourette syndrome and I proceeded to chuckle softly waiting for the occasional verbal outburst. When it didn't come, I took a hard look and I realized he was deaf and was talking to his friend.

Yes. I'm weak, and that was nubsauce. I should stop thinking.

On a side note, I think (and objectively...) being a physics majors gives me all kinds of insight into being entertaining.

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