Well didn’t mean to bite your head off. We all have our crosses to bear. I lost two of my young brothers in their twenties from a ruthless disease. So everyday I feel like the luckiest man alive.
The hard part about being blind it one eye is that it is a serious matter that folks give you no quarter on whatsoever. I don’t make excuses and I do everything I want to do but when I ask someone to stay out of my blind spot or say I need a mirror on the road, I figure folks should just yield on those. They rarely do.
The fact is that I am slowly losing my good eye so I am trying to do everything I can, while I still can. Some day you’ll see me on my bike following a little seeing-eye-dog wearing bells…..