Headline, May 16 2019/ ''' ''HARD -STUDENTS- HAND '' ''' : BLIND


HAND '' ''' : BLIND


And if the remaining world and all its leaders can endeavour to struggle and achieve a small portion of that, the Universe will be OK.

AND with that The World Students Society just so asks and requests all the RE-INSURERS of the world, and the INSURANCE COMPANIES to consider designing 100% new products that are Students-Ecosystem-Centric..

The World Students Society - reserves all rights on royalty. The money, to the penny, will go to The World Students Society, for Global Students Life, Living and Happiness.

So, yet again, I nominate Chartered Accountant Wadood Mughal : Singapore and Malaysia, to begin with great pride, and focus, and get working on one of the main building blocks of social-security :
''Insurance Products''...

BLINDNESS IS A SPECTRUM  AND FOR MANY blind people, the world isn't all cloud; its just foggy enough to pose formidable challenges and force clever adaptions.

THERE are different responses to unexpected hardships, and when Marion Sheppard began to go blind - she cycled through many of them.

She pitied herself and cried long and hard, because this wasn't right - this wasn't fair. Her hearing had been severely impaired since early childhood and she endured schoolyard teasing about that, so hadn't she paid her dues? Done her time?

She raged. ''Why me? she asked, many times. It's a cliche, but for a reason. She really did want to know why she'd been singled out.
She trembled. This was the end, wasn't it? Not of life, but of independence. Of freedom.

She three months wrestling with those emotions, until she realized that they had pinned her in place. Time was marching on and she wasn't moving at all. Her choice was clear : She could surrender to the darkness, or she could dance. SHE DANCED.

That's what she was doing on a Monday morning a month and half a go when I stopped by a Manhattan community center for blind people that's run by Visions, a nonprofit social services agency. Marion, 73, was leading her weekly line-dancing classes.

She was teaching about a dozen students the steps to the electric slide and similar favorites. But, really, she was teaching them delight.

She was teaching them not to shut down while life gives you cause to, not to underestimate yourself, not to retreat. She'd briefly done all of that, and it was a waste.

''Ladies and gentlemen, I need your attention, please!'' she shouted over the music. Most of her students are people over 60 whose eyesight deteriorated when they were already adults and who can remember different, easier times.

She told them : ''Just because we can't see well, we can still do things, and one of those things is dance.''

Her chin was high her shoulders pulled back and her chest pushed forward. That's how she approached the world now : ebulliently. Emphatically.

''We've got to keep moving,'' she continued. ''You know why? Because we're   alive!   As long as we're alive, we have to keep moving.''

I met Merion because, as I've described in previous columns, I've had my own brush with blindness - or at least with specter of it.

The vision in my right eye was severely and irreversibly diminished about  two and half years ago, by a condition that puts me in danger of losing the vision in my left eye as well.

Since then I've educated myself about blindness, seeking out visually impaired people and the professionals who work with them.

I asked the executive director of Visions, Nancy Miller, about programs that upend assumptions about people with disabilities and that illustrate their tenacity, optimism, resilience.

''My dance instructor is deaf and  blind and in her 70s,'' she said.
''Your dance instructor?''  I responded. That didn't fit my ignorant vision of Visions.

I dropped in on Marion's class. Her students are devoted regulars, and while Marion can't make out their faces, she knows them by her shapes and their voices, which her hearing aids render sufficiently sufficiently audible.

She calls many of them  ;;baby'' or  ''sweetheart.'' As best as I can tell,  she calls most everybody ''baby''  or  ''sweetheart,'' a tic in tension with her big, brassy voice, which she uses in class to trumpet orders : ''To the right! To the left!   Back it up!  Tuuuuuurn!''

Cross a drill sergeant with a life coach, add a vocabulary heavy on the sorts of endearment stamped on heart-shaped candies and you get Marion.

She and her students have memorized the layout of the basement room in which the class is held and she figures out which of her discs of music to load into the boom box by placing them uder a machine, the Aladdin Ultra, that functions as a gigantic magnifying glass.

The Honor and Serving in the greatest realms of  Humanity, selflessly, continues. The World Students Society thanks this great human and master, author Frank Bruni.

With respectful dedication to the Grandparents, Parents, Leaders, Students, Professors and Teachers of the world. See Ya all prepare and register for Great Global Elections on The World Students Society :   wssciw.blogspot.com   and   Twitter - !E-WOW! - The Ecosystem 2011:

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Good Night and God Bless

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