[nfb-talk] New THOUGHT PROVOKER #125- The Best Thing That Has Ever Happened To Me

[Robert Leslie Newman]

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RE:  The Best Thing That Has Ever Happen To Me 

Here is a new TP, a zinger! Have you ever heard a blind person say, "Going
blind was the best thing that has ever happened to me." Is this you? Why?
Or, have you heard it said? If you have not read the PROVOKER, it follows.
Recall that I collect responses and post them upon my web site for all the
WWW to read and learn from and that URL is- Http://thoughtprovoker.info  If
you wish to receive THOUGHT PROVOKERS sent directly to you, just write me
and ask, at-  newmanrl at cox.net 

THOUGHT PROVOKER 125
The Best Thing That Has Ever Happened To Me

	"Mr. Marvell, look at that guy." Bob said, pointing to one of
several monitors arrayed across the front of their courthouse security
station.  Bob Weeks was a trainee; Marvell Brown was the shift supervisor
and instructor. 

Marvell looked to the display indicated. The screen showed a busy
intersection, traffic though not heavy as it can be at rush-hour,
nevertheless vehicles were either moving straight on-or turning or were
sitting at a red light and waiting their turn. He saw where Bob's finger
pointed, a lone figure approached the crosswalk that would bring him across
the intersection to the courthouse block. The man was using a long white
cane. 

"Think we need to send someone out there to help him get across?" Asked Bob.

"Naa." Said Marvell. "Just keep an eye on'm." 

Bob stared, entranced.  "Man, poor guy. Being blind would be rough. What
kind of a life could you have?" A moment later another pedestrian came up to
the blind man, tried to take his elbow, wherein the blind man extricated
himself, appeared to talk to the would-be-helper who then left.  When the
lights changed, the traffic flow made their adjustments and with arching
long white cane the blind man made his crossing. Reaching the opposite curb,
he turned and headed down to the front walk of the courthouse. Bob watched
and as the blind man reached the steps leading up to the door to the
courthouse, he said, "Look at that . he doesn't know there's the ramp right
to his side."

"Just watch." Said Marvell. 

Not slowing down, the blind man climbed the steps, angling his cane
vertically, the tip striking the leading edge of each up-coming step until
it swung out at the top.

"There's the revolving door coming up!" Said Bob, getting concerned again.

"Just watch." 

The blind man approached the door, paused slightly, found the edge of a
moving door-section with his cane, and entered. Inside pace never slowing,
cane tip seeming to seek out the edges of the strip of carpet, he walked
down the center of the mat stretching away from the door across the marble
floor into the building's interior. 

"He's going to run into that woman!" Bob referred to a woman who had stopped
near the end of the rug and was bent over making some adjustments to the
parcels she carried; her posterior toward the rapidly approaching and
unsuspecting blind man. 

"Just watch." Marvell drawled.

The blind man's forward progress didn't waver. The woman still stooping,
dropped her purse. The blind man's cane found the dropped bag, swerving
slightly, he reached down, picked up the bag and held it out toward the now
flustered woman. 

Finishing his interaction with the woman, the blind man turned and walked
toward the security station desk. "Marvell, hey man, how's it go'n?"

"Morning Counselor. See you met the Assistant District Prosecutor." 

"Oh yeah." The blind man's grin told that his thoughts were more than what
his words were saying. "I'm the defending attorney in the trial she's
heading up to. It'll be interesting to see her reaction when she finds out
that her adversary is the nice blind man who heard her purse drop and helped
her out in the hall." A quizzical look coming over his features, obviously
having picked up on another presence at the desk, he asked, "Working with
someone today?"

"I'm training a new guy, Bob. Working on his powers of observation."
Glancing from the attentive trainee, gesturing to the blind man, "Meet Chad,
attorney-at-law."

The two men shook hands. "Bob, you have a good teacher here. Did you see the
gent who wanted to assist me to cross the street?"

"Huh, how'd you know I was watch'n?"

"Counselor," Said Marvell, "I'm also trying to work on Bob's power of
reasoning. Help me out here .   this might be an odd question to put on you
out of the blue, but tell Bob what you've told me about going blind."

With another grin, the blind man said, "Sure Marvell, this will be
interesting." Turning to the trainee, "Bob, with no more than what you've
seen and you've heard, puzzle this one out . Could you believe me if I told
you that going blind was the best thing that has ever happened to me."



Robert Leslie Newman
E-Mail- newmanrl at cox.net
Web Site- thoughtprovoker.info

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New THOUGHT PROVOKER #125- The Best Thing That Has Ever Happened To Me
NFBtalk listers
RE:  The Best Thing That Has Ever Happen To Me
Here is a new TP, a zinger! Have you ever heard a blind person say, "Going blind was the best thing that has ever happened to me." Is this you? Why? Or, have you heard it said? If you have not read the PROVOKER, it follows.  Recall that I collect responses and post them upon my web site for all the WWW to read and learn from and that URL is-
Http://thoughtprovoker.info
Http://thoughtprovoker.info
  If you wish to receive THOUGHT PROVOKERS sent directly to you, just write me and ask, at-  newmanrl at cox.net
THOUGHT PROVOKER 125
The Best Thing That Has Ever Happened To Me
       
"Mr. Marvell, look at that guy." Bob said, pointing to one of several monitors arrayed across the front of their courthouse security station.  Bob Weeks was a trainee; Marvell Brown was the shift supervisor and instructor.
Marvell looked to the display indicated. The screen showed a busy intersection, traffic though not heavy as it can be at rush-hour, nevertheless vehicles were either moving straight on-or turning or were sitting at a red light and waiting their turn. He saw where Bob's finger pointed, a lone figure approached the crosswalk that would bring him across the intersection to the courthouse block. The man was using a long white cane.
"Think we need to send someone out there to help him get across?" Asked Bob.
"Naa." Said Marvell. "Just keep an eye on'm."
Bob stared, entranced.  "Man, poor guy. Being blind would be rough. What kind of a life could you have?" A moment later another pedestrian came up to the blind man, tried to take his elbow, wherein the blind man extricated himself, appeared to talk to the would-be-helper who then left.  When the lights changed, the traffic flow made their adjustments and with arching long white cane the blind man made his crossing. Reaching the opposite curb, he turned and headed down to the front walk of the courthouse. Bob watched and as the blind man reached the steps leading up to the door to the courthouse, he said, "Look at that … he doesn't know there's the ramp right to his side."
"Just watch." Said Marvell.
Not slowing down, the blind man climbed the steps, angling his cane vertically, the tip striking the leading edge of each up-coming step until it swung out at the top.
"There's the revolving door coming up!" Said Bob, getting concerned again.
"Just watch."
The blind man approached the door, paused slightly, found the edge of a moving door-section with his cane, and entered. Inside pace never slowing, cane tip seeming to seek out the edges of the strip of carpet, he walked down the center of the mat stretching away from the door across the marble floor into the building's interior.
"He's going to run into that woman!" Bob referred to a woman who had stopped near the end of the rug and was bent over making some adjustments to the parcels she carried; her posterior toward the rapidly approaching and unsuspecting blind man.
"Just watch." Marvell drawled.
The blind man's forward progress didn't waver. The woman still stooping, dropped her purse. The blind man's cane found the dropped bag, swerving slightly, he reached down, picked up the bag and held it out toward the now flustered woman.
Finishing his interaction with the woman, the blind man turned and walked toward the security station desk. "Marvell, hey man, how's it go'n?"
"Morning Counselor. See you met the Assistant District Prosecutor."
"Oh yeah." The blind man's grin told that his thoughts were more than what his words were saying. "I'm the defending attorney in the trial she's heading up to. It'll be interesting to see her reaction when she finds out that her adversary is the nice blind man who heard her purse drop and helped her out in the hall." A quizzical look coming over his features, obviously having picked up on another presence at the desk, he asked, "Working with someone today?"
"I'm training a new guy, Bob. Working on his powers of observation." Glancing from the attentive trainee, gesturing to the blind man, "Meet Chad, attorney-at-law."
The two men shook hands. "Bob, you have a good teacher here. Did you see the gent who wanted to assist me to cross the street?"
"Huh, how'd you know I was watch'n?"
"Counselor," Said Marvell, "I'm also trying to work on Bob's power of reasoning. Help me out here …   this might be an odd question to put on you out of the blue, but tell Bob what you've told me about going blind."
With another grin, the blind man said, "Sure Marvell, this will be interesting." Turning to the trainee, "Bob, with no more than what you've seen and you've heard, puzzle this one out … Could you believe me if I told you that going blind was the best thing that has ever happened to me."
Robert Leslie Newman
E-Mail- newmanrl at cox.net
Web Site- thoughtprovoker.info