If we know how to listen to our own
hearts, we can listen to the
hearts of others.
~ Anon
My season is found in the spring because my
vision was fully lost in the
winter. …
My season hides in the fall when
light was turning to darkness.
My season sounds like the acceptance of vision loss during the winter.
My season feels the summer when I can enjoy
the warmth of the sun.
My season’s job is to work through each
season to find new ways to
adjust and grow.
My season moves like the spring as I learn
new things.
My season wants to help others adapt to
learning how to listen
effectively.
My season tastes like seafood gumbo on New
Year’s Day.
My season smells like Christmas.
My season says to stay
encouraged.
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Arron Carroll lives in
Chicago, Illinois. He is
married and has
three great kids.
He lost his vision 7 years
ago due to the complications of sarcodosis
which is an autoimmune
disease.
Lesions near both optic nerves caused irreparable
swelling and
damage. Currently, there is no medical treatment that can cure
the
disease.
Aaron is a volunteer tutor at
Second-sense where he supports visually impaired clients to
learn assistive
technology which includes screen readers and mobile hand held
devices.
Aaron recently attended a
workshop with Vision Through Words and my thanks to Aaron for
his permission to
post his reflections on The Seasons – and thanks to Stella De
Genova for
keeping us all in touch.
“My Season is…” - Please share your thoughts.
My Season is…blessed to have you sharing the
journey ….
1 comment:
This is beautiful! I was diagnosed wtih RP during this season 30 years ago and does pause to reflect on the journey!
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