I was born with albinism a rare genetic condition, which affects about one in 20,000 individuals in the United States. Albinism is the lack of pigment in hair, skin, and eyes. The type of albinism I have means I have no pigment or melanin in my body. However, there are other types where some melanin is present. Persons with albinism are visually impaired and often fall under the legally blind category. I am legally blind and have been since birth.
Growing up I was very aware that I was different, even so, I had a happy childhood. My family was incredibly accepting and they were fierce advocates on my behalf. I always had everything I needed in school and my parents pushed me to become my own advocate. Self-advocacy began from a very young age and for that, I am ever so grateful.
I grew up in Spain where most people have brunette or black hair, dark eyes, and olive skin. Standing out from the crowd, I was often teased by my peers because of my appearance. However, since I grew up in a small town, my appearance became normal and my classmates moved on to the next thing.
Belonging to O.N.C.E., Spain’s equivalent to the National Federation for the Blind (NFB), was a great resource for me and my family. I went to summer camp with other visually impaired kids where we participated in sports and other fun activities. They also provided orientation and mobility ( O&M ) training and any other school or in-home support I needed. Since there weren’t any organizations specifically dedicated to persons with albinism in Spain, this was the best option. Through O.N.C.E. I met a handful of kids with albinism and so I knew I wasn’t the only one.
Smoothing The Way By Assimilation
As I got older, I went to college abroad and lost touch with the blind and visually impaired community. It wasn’t a choice, it was just life.
So, during my adult formative years, I didn’t have role models who used any sort of accommodations. Not having anyone to compare notes with; I didn’t miss it, I was getting by. Even though I was legally blind, I was proud of being able to do everything everyone else did. The only accommodation I had were magnifiers to read. I never asked for special treatment in or out of class. Looking back at those years I marvel at how I got myself through graduate school! I accepted my albinism but didn’t accept that my disability might mean I have to do things a little differently.
When I started working I never disclosed my visual impairment. In addition, I worked really hard to minimize what it meant for me on a daily basis. I’m an incredibly organized person who gets anxiety over going to new places. As much as I could, I would map out routes days in advance. Then I’d even go on a test run the day before I had to be there, just to be sure I would find the location. Similarly, networking events were torture. Sure, it’s partly because I am an introvert, but I had a terrible time remembering people’s faces or recognizing them!
Accepting Albinism Through Social Media
A couple of years ago after joining a few albinism groups on Facebook, I became enlightened. A lot of the quirks I thought were part of my personality, I discovered were probably due to my low vision. I found a lot of visually impaired people get anxious when going to new places; many don’t like networking events. And for me, it is no wonder I can’t remember or recognize people—I cannot see them!
These online communities quickly became a place of solace, soul searching, and self-growth. I began to see very successful professionals use assistive technology. Also, I began to accept my visual impairment as a strength and no longer viewed it as a weakness. My albinism doesn’t define me, but it sure makes me who I am. It is because of my albinism that I have become an incredible problem-solver and out-of-the-box thinker. I tapped into the strength of the kid who was once such a fierce self-advocate. I knew I could become a better worker and person if I accepted doing things a little differently. Sometimes, I may need help but I realized that everybody has shortcomings and that we all need help at times.
Embracing Me Is Okay
When I began using a white cane it was my biggest moment of growth. It was both one of the best and one of the hardest decisions of my life. I was putting my disability on display for everyone to see, I was showing everyone what, for so many years, I considered my biggest weakness. I also questioned whether I truly needed it or not. With a lot of support along the way, I have found my cane to be so wonderful, in more ways than I expected.
When I received cane training, I spent quite a bit of time with other blind and visually impaired individuals. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders! I began thinking about my journey and my struggle to come to terms with my blindness. Part of this process was understanding what it meant for me in my daily life. This is what triggered me to start blogging about being legally blind and still live a fulfilling life.
I want to show that my blindness is not my weakness, but an asset. While I can’t tell younger me what I know now, I hope my words will show other young people it is okay to be blind. It’s okay to talk about their disability and to seek help when they need it. They aren’t weak because of their visual impairment, they are strong in spite of it.
My Journey To Becoming Fully Me Featured Image Description:
Antonia with her crown of white/blond hair is posing outdoors with her white cane. She is broadly smiling as she poses confidently with her white cane that has a pink handle. Wearing a faux wrap light-colored top with jeans and adorable pointed flats Antonia is a beauty. Her jeans are accented with a pink bouquet of roses on the upper right hip.
Baby Antonia is so adorable sitting on the floor playing with a toy. In this photo, she is dressed in a red top with green trim, white pants, green socks, and dark shoes.
Antonia is posing in her cap and gown holding a bouquet of pink roses. She has on sunnies and her white dress with black polka dots can be seen with dressy black flats.
“A very important thing every parent of a child who is blind needs to learn is braille. I started learning braille when Ashton was just a few months old.”
Feeling With The Heart Doesn’t Require Sight
“Sometimes when I need a miracle, I look into my son’s eyes and realize I’ve already created one.”
When my son, Ashton, was born and I was told he was blind I was heartbroken. Just thinking about the challenges ahead of him and all the things he would miss without sight was overwhelming.
I remember this cereal commercial where the mom shows her baby how to pick up and eat the cereal. Then she points for the baby to do likewise and of course, the baby does. I used to cry every single time I saw this commercial. My six-month-old son couldn’t sit up and he definitely couldn’t look at me to learn how to feed himself.
Looking back now I realize that I was wrong. You see, I thought he wouldn’t be able to do all the things I imagined and hoped he’d achieve. However, in the last seven years, I’ve learned the exact opposite of what I originally thought.
I am so thankful for Ash, he is one of the most amazing gifts and blessings. Navigating his world with him through touch and seeing it in a completely different way, has taught me so much. Ashton has taught us about the blind side of life. The side you don’t need sight to see but only your heart to feel.
I’d like to share more about Ashton’s journey, his accomplishments that mean everything, and the hard parts too. As a mom, I want to change the way others see having a child who is blind.
Receiving The Results
Let me start from the beginning. The day of Ashton’s diagnosis an ophthalmologist who had done an MRI of his brain called me with the results. I knew the news wasn’t good. She asked me to sit down. then she confirmed I wasn’t home alone. The reason being I’d have someone to talk with after she and I finished our phone conversation. She explained to me “Ashton is blind since his optic nerve did not develop the way it should have. It is called Optic Nerve Hypoplasia.” While she continued to into more detail about parts of the brain and nerves I tuned out and cried.
I remember sitting in a rocking chair holding Ashton and thinking of all the things he wouldn’t be able to do. It felt like my entire world was falling apart because I wasn’t able to give my child sight. In retrospect, it was one of the hardest days of my life.
I wish I could go back now and tell myself about all the amazing things Ashton would do. Things like:
he would learn to walk later than other kids yet he’d never give up
just like other kids he would learn to run, swim, and play
he would learn how to read braille
while not liking sports somehow skiing would become his favorite one
he would learn to sing his heart out and make everyone smile in the room
winning awards for his beautiful writing
I wish I could go back and encourage that young mom holding her visually impaired 4-month-old baby. But since I can’t I will share what I’ve learned with you.
The Medical Journey
There’ve been a significant amount of medical needs in Ashton’s journey. With his diagnosis of Optic Nerve Hypoplasia also came the diagnosis of Septo Optic Dysplasia (SOD). His optic nerve was underdeveloped during the 14th week of pregnancy, (this happens once in 10,000 births).
The diagnosis also affected Ashton’s pituitary gland, affecting his growth and hormone levels in his brain. In order for him to grow, we had to start giving him growth hormone shots at 5 months old. This was very hard; I still remember holding my baby and crying because he did not like getting the shots. He also has to take thyroid and hydrocortisone hormones in a pill form. However, administering pills was easier than shots.
In the past, when Ashton has gotten sick we’ve experienced some scary medical situations. The last time was the worst one because he had a fifteen minute seizure. We were life-flighted to Primary Children’s Hospital in Salt Lake City because of the gravity of the situation. For this reason, we have to be very careful when he gets sick because his immune system is not as strong as other children. His seizure came from having extremely low sodium after acquiring a stomach bug and vomiting all day. Now we keep anti-seizure medication on hand, in case we need it.
Monitoring Ashton’s health requires us to adjust his hormone dosage when he’s sick. This helps him regulate the stress his body is feeling and fight the sickness. Thankfully, we haven’t had any other seizure episodes and hope we don’t have to go through that again.
On top of his regular pediatric visits, Ashton has a great endocrinologist who he sees every three months and an ophthalmologist seen every year. We love all of his doctors and they have all been very sweet with our son in the 7 years they have been taking care of him.
Early Intervention Services
Let me tell you more about Ashton. He is the most determined little boy I’ve ever met. The best listener and the most curious and creative problem-solver. Ashton has received services from our local school of the blind since he was born. He was also able to get early intervention services from our local early intervention program. Both of these programs would send a home visitor who worked individually with my son.
I am so thankful for the help of the vision therapist from the school of the blind and the developmental specialist from early intervention. They helped me learn tools to help my son thrive in his development. We had physical therapists from early intervention who also helped my son reach milestones like crawling and walking. It’s amazing all the things I was able to learn from them. I don’t think I would’ve been able to teach my son all the things he learned in the first three years without all of these providers. Every parent of a child who is blind needs the help of these amazing services to help their child succeed.
Mainstream Learning With Adaptations
Now that Ashton is in first grade he has a vision tech with him 4 hours of the day. He is part of a regular education first-grade class and his vision tech transcribes everything in braille for him. In addition, he has an occupational therapist (OT), a physical therapist (PT), and an orientation and mobility specialist (O&M). All of these specialists work with him on different days of the week and pull him out of his class:
fine motors skills with his occupational therapist
gross motor skills with his physical therapist
learn how to use his cane to get around with his orientation and mobility specialist
I am so glad these professionals are able to work with my son and help him reach all of his educational goals.
The Importance Of Braille Literacy
A very important thing every parent of a child who is blind needs to learn is braille. I started learning braille when Ashton was just a few months old. I asked his TVI (Teacher of the Visually Impaired) from the parent-infant program at the school of the blind to teach me braille. She started leaving me tiny homework assignments like brailling the entire alphabet or recognizing the patterns the dots follow for certain letters.
The TVI also told me to try and write a letter to my son in braille. Due to the complexity of the task, I did some online research to find other braille courses I could take to help me. I found The Hadley Institute for the Blind had an online braille course for parents of children who are blind. I immediately signed up and started taking the course. This curriculum helped me the most to learn braille.
I started making braille labels for him around the house. One for his bookshelf that read “books” and one for his desk that read “desk.” I labeled his entire room because I wanted my son to start feeling braille. We also had many braille books, every Christmas and birthdays I would braille a children’s book for him. At first, it would take all day to braille one tiny children’s book but then I got much faster at brailling them.
By brailling them, I mean I was able to stick clear braille labels below the print on the books. Ashton achieved a great foundation of literacy because of his love for books. He continues to love reading and writing short stories and is able to recognize the braille alphabet.
Ashton The Writer
As Ashton has gotten older, I also learned a lot about blind people and how independent and incredible they are. I’ve met amazing blind adults at conferences for parents of children who are blind. I realized the only two things my son wouldn’t be able to do are reading small print, and driving a car. Everything else is possible and as he’s gotten older he’s shown me there’s so much more he can achieve.
Ashton has won awards for his writing in braille. He wants to be a writer and writes straight from his heart. He wrote a poem for his dad and won a State Award in a PTA Reflections contest. It was the sweetest poem about how his dad is his hero.
My Dad is My Hero
By Ashton Dunford
When I was born my dad helped me, he helped me to see.
He gave me my cane and I love him.
He holds my hands to teach me things, that is why he is my hero.
Ashton The Singer
Ashton also has a beautiful voice and loves to sing. He has sung in front of hundreds of people to support local nonprofit foundations in their fundraiser events. Bold and unafraid he stands up in front of a big crowd and sings his heart out. His favorite song to perform is “A Million Dreams” from The Greatest Showman. However, he has also sung the National Anthem at other events. He is incredible to watch on stage, always brings me to tears to see him up there with his cane and listen to him sing.
I am so proud of this little boy! Ashton has come such a long way and there’s really no limits to the things he will do in the future. I hope every parent of a child who is blind can understand that vision or the lack of it, will never stop their child from accomplishing big things. Lacking sight has never stopped anyone who is blind from achieving their dreams. I can’t wait to see all the things my son will accomplish as he gets older. He will teach others to see with their heart before seeing with their eyes, just like he has taught me.
Blindness | Braille | Unlimited Potential Featured Image Description:
Photo of seven-year-old Ashton who is blind wearing glasses. Ashton has dark hair and is looking in the same direction as the camera. He is wearing a blue button up shirt and a rust-colored cardigan. His mom’s hands, Hilda’s hands are on his shoulders, although you can’t see her face because the photo is just of Ashton’s beautiful brown eyes.
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Ashton Skiing With Dad & Ski Instructor
Photo of Ashton holding a white bamboo pole, and wearing an orange neon vest that reads “Visually Impaired Skier”. He is also wearing a white ski helmet, black ski pants, and ski gloves. He is smiling while he stands in line for the ski lift, with his dad and his ski instructor.
Ashton in ICU
Ashton is laying on a hospital bed with an IV and his head completely bandaged in a room in the Intensive Care Unit. He is wearing a blue hospital gown and he has his eyes closed.
Hilda, Ashton & Little Sister
Hilda (mom) with dark hair in a rust jumper dress, is looking down at Ashton and smiling. He is standing right next to her holding her right arm and also smiling. He is wearing a blue button-up shirt under a rust cardigan. His three-year-old sister is standing in front of them smiling too.
Little Sister & Ashton At The Playground
Ashton is sitting on the top stair of a playground structure, looking towards the left. His white cane is resting on his knees and he is wearing a mustard-colored hoodie with blue pants and black vans shoes. His three-year-old sister is standing next to him on the right side and she is trying to look over the playground bars. She is wearing a mustard skirt, with a white shirt and black shoes. She also has dark hair and is wearing a gray bow to hold it back.
Ashton Reading Braille
Ashton is sitting at his kitchen table reading a braille book. He is looking in front of him as he feels the braille letters with both of his hands. He is wearing an olive-colored striped sweater. There is a sign behind him on the kitchen wall the reads “This is Our Happy Place”.
Ashton’s Poem “My Dad is My Hero”
Photo of a tan sheet of braille paper of Ashton’s poem: “My Dad is My Hero.” Next to the poem is a white paper with that reads: Ashton Dunford, honorable mention, Rees Elementary, My Dad is My Hero, Literature Entry, Special Artist Category. This was Ashton’s reflections entry that made it all the way to the state category, he won the District category, the Region category, and then got Honorable Mention for State.
Shows a family of 5 standing together. Hilda is holding her three-year-old daughter and smiling at her. Hilda’s daughter is smiling and looking towards the camera. Her husband Tyler is standing next to them and looking towards the left and smiling at Ashton holding his older sister’s hands.
The family is standing on fall leaves and behind them, there are trees and mountains, they are all dressed in nice clothes for family pictures. Mom is wearing a rust jumper dress with a striped long sleeve wine colored shirt underneath. Her three-year-old is wearing a big blue denim bow on her short dark hair, a gray ruffle long sleeve shirt under a mustard jumper skirt and tan boots. Her husband Tyler is wearing a blue dark denim button up shirt and brown pants with gray shoes. Ashton is wearing a blue button-up shirt with a rust cardigan over it and brown pants. His older sister, Jordan has long blonde hair and she is wearing a green olive dress and black boots. You can tell they are enjoying a beautiful fall evening in the mountains.
I was born with cone-rod dystrophy, but growing up, I didn’t know I was “blind.” Professionals said I had too much vision to be blind, I was “low vision.” That meant I didn’t have to learn braille or use a cane.
My parents asked about braille lessons when I was about five, but professionals advised against it. They said I would try to look at the dots instead of feeling them. I remember thinking that sounded crazy since I couldn’t even see the dots on the page. But again, we were not the experts, so large print was the medium of choice.
I didn’t have a teacher of blind students or an IEP (Individualized Education Program); terms I didn’t learn until I was an adult. Ocassionally, I received orientation and mobility lessons (O&M) with a heavy marshmallow tip folding cane that came up to my armpit. But why would I need to use that in my tiny K-12 school a place I knew inside out? So the cane stayed folded up and out of sight.
The large print books were huge and heavy. Plus straining to read all day caused terrible headaches, so by high school, I almost completely stopped reading. Despite this, I graduated high school with OK grades and had a fairly normal adolescence.
Finding Change In Between Two Worlds
In college, I felt something needed to change if I wanted to live an independent, fulfilling life. The problem was I wasn’t sure how to accomplish this change. My Vocational Rehabilitation Counselor (VRC) helped me get a CCTV (closed circuit TV) to read with on my desktop. And even though I didn’t use it, I at least carried my folding cane.
Since I couldn’t see in the dark I missed out on a lot of social activities. My fear was compounded because I was scared to travel to unfamiliar places by myself. I remember one evening in particular where I unexpectedly needed to stay on campus later than usual. This resulted in me not getting on the bus until twilight. When I arrived at my large apartment complex, I had trouble seeing the contrast of the buildings against the waning light. With only a bit of light left in the sky I had to count the rooflines to find my building. There were several stressful incidences like that, and looking back, I’m surprised I didn’t get hurt.
But I wasn’t ‘blind,’ after all, I was ‘low vision.’ I felt like I was the only person in the world stuck somewhere between blind and sighted.
Thankfully, I eventually found out how to make a change. After graduating from college, I got a new VRC, Matt Lyles, who was blind himself. He said if I really wanted a challenge, I should check out the Louisiana Center for the Blind (LCB). He described it as boot camp for the blind, and he would know since he went there himself. Matt told me the most important thing he learned at LCB was that our limitations have more to do with our own personalities than blindness.
Accepting A New Perspective About Blindness
Up until my conversation with Matt, that was the first time anyone talked to me about a residential blindness training program. I was ecstatic to start the nine-month training at LCB in 2010. The Center was different from the bit of blindness skills training I’d experienced before. Students with residual vision wear sleep shades during classes to focus on learning nonvisual skills like:
and industrial arts.
Most instructors are blind themselves, and those who aren’t, often wear shades while teaching. Some of the most impactful moments for me were during trips:
white water rafting in Tennessee,
mountain climbing in Arkansas,
and in New Orleans at Mardi Gras.
LCB helped me develop a positive philosophy about blindness. Previously, I didn’t like to use the word ‘blind,’ I thought that was only for totally blind people or an insult. But I gradually learned I wasn’t fooling anyone by holding onto someone instead of using a cane. Or pretending to read along in print—I was blind, and that was ok. I found I was living life feeling like a ‘broken sighted person’ when I could choose to live as a ‘whole blind person.’
It was fascinating to me how many people experienced a similar lack of resources. After training, I earned my Master’s in O&M from Louisiana Tech University. I also hold a National Orientation and Mobility Certification (https://www.nbpcb.org/nomc)to share the structured-discovery (http://www.pdrib.com/pages/canetravel.php) style of training with more blind people. Matt showed me the impact one blind person can make on another, and I hope to do likewise through my service.
Paying Forward A Positive Philosophy
I’ve taught people of all ages cane travel and a positive philosophy about blindness through a variety of programs. Currently, I work for the National Federation of the Blind (NFB) of Texas as the NFB-NEWSLINE® Texas Coordinator. This position marries my undergraduate Journalism degree with my experience in the blindness field. NFB-NEWSLINE® is a free electronic newspaper and information service available to legally blind and print disabled subscribers. We also host training events for Texans of all ages across the state to teach people how to use NFB-NEWSLINE® and other blindness skills.
Outside of work, I am involved with the NFB of Texas CAREER Mentoring program for blind youth. My husband Trae and I live with two cats, and a weenie dog. I enjoy traveling, hanging out with friends, and shopping. Recently, I’ve gotten into paper crafting and became a Stampin’ Up! demonstrator. Art, like most anything, is something blind people can do with the right tools and techniques.
Not only would I have missed out on an amazing career and wonderful people without LCB, I would not have the tools and confidence I needed to be successful. I gained the skills to do small, everyday tasks like using a screen reader on a laptop and the confidence to understand that I am not inferior simply because of my blindness. I encourage everyone to find successful role models to serve as your mentors, and ask them what they did to develop the skills you appreciate in them. Blindness is not a tragedy, it’s just a characteristic.
‘Blind’ How Embracing This Word Led To Empowerment Featured Image Description:
Liz smiles and is wearing a black scoop neck tee and sunglasses. Her shoulder-length chocolate brown hair is blowing in the wind, as she sails with the Sailing Angels Foundation based in Houston. The sky and sail are visible in the background.
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VW Bug: Liz poses with a brightly psychedelic floral-print painted Volkswagen Bug car inside her favorite boutique, Beehive Outlet in Ruston, Louisiana. She wears a mint green tunic top with white lace side panels and front pocket, white leggings, and a long gold and pink floral necklace.
Cannon: Liz stands beside a Civil War cannon at the Tupelo National Battlefield wearing a salt-and-pepper wrap top over a black lace camisole, black skinny pants, and black flats. Her cane is decorated for Halloween with purple spiderweb Duct Tape.
Tower: Liz stands atop the 85-foot-tall Wilder Brigade Monument tower at the Chickamauga Chattanooga National Military Park. She wears a short-sleeved teal floral-print kimono cardigan over a white t-shirt, the sky, and treetops visible in the background. Her cane is decorated with sparkling silver material and a blue satin bow tied beneath the handle.
Wedding: Liz walks down the aisle at her friend’s outdoor wedding wearing a lavender V-neck ankle-length dress with lace accents, her brown hair styled in an up-doo with curls. Her long cane is decorated with the same lavender material as the dress.
Helen Keller: Liz recreates the iconic well pump pose at the Helen Keller Birthplace & Home in Tuscumbia, Alabama. She stands smiling at the camera with one hand under the pump’s spout and the other pulling the lever. Liz wears a black sweater dress trimmed with blue and white stripes around the hem, black tights, and a long matching black and blue necklace.
I began following Mac’s story on Instagram when I came across a video of him using his first cane. Watching Mac use his AMD (alternative mobility device) was so cool as I’d never seen one before. My heart was nearly bursting as I witnessed this little guy claim his independence. So I asked Nicole (his mom) if she’d share his story with us and she said yes!
Mac’s Story A New Perspective On Life
When my son was 5 weeks old we found out he was blind. At that point, I was overwhelmed with emotion; angry, lost, and in denial. I had no idea of what this meant for our sweet son, Mac, or our family.
There are so many emotions I felt no one could have prepared me for:
I felt heartache when I saw other babies looking into their mama’s eyes;
feeling of failure as a parent when Mac couldn’t hold his head up or crawl;
comments of pity from others when learning about Mac’s diagnosis and blindness.
I was now a special needs mom. This meant I had to learn how to avoid letting these heartaches and struggles lead me down the wrong path. I needed to do something to prepare myself to handle this emotional rollercoaster and new life that we had begun.
The more we connected with others, I quickly learned of the huge financial deficit for the visually impaired child. I felt compelled to do something to remedy this situation and bring it to light. So I began posting stories about Mac, and what we are learning about how to supplement a visually impaired child’s development. This was an important piece because 85% of all development is incidentally done through vision. Teaching Mac how to meet his developmental milestones without being able to see wasn’t intuitive to us. We are so thankful his TVI and OT are there to guide us.
The Healing Power of Sharing
I never could have imagined how therapeutic it would be to share Mac’s story. The outpouring of support from friends and strangers was so heartwarming. People began to ask for more updates and have specific requests for the next post. They wanted to learn how Mac navigates a new environment or if he seems to have refined his other senses. It was so nice to go from feeling alone and helpless, to feeling supported. Educating others about visual impairments and building inclusiveness was an added benefit. Amazingly, talking about the issue seemed to remove the avoidance and pity from others.
As Mac continues to grow, he is learning so much. I had no idea how much intervention is required for our son who is blind. In addition to his TVI and OT, he has an orientation and mobility specialist (O&M) and soon a speech-language pathologist. It’s amazing how much we incidentally learn through vision; even speaking is something that is primarily learned through watching others. We are so thankful for Mac’s team of specialists. This team has helped us learn to embrace this new life and prepare our son to achieve great things.
We have gained the same passion that so many others who are visually impaired have, to change the stigma, fight for the cause, and make a difference. We find ourselves advocating for early intervention and inclusiveness.
Paying It Forward
While we cannot cure Mac’s blindness or give him sight, we can teach the world more about blindness. In addition, we can help make the world more accessible for all people. We’ve started an annual fundraiser, a gala that benefits the local early intervention program that has been so good for our souls. We feel like we are making a difference in the lives of other children with visual impairments by removing some of the financial barriers to accessing the care they need.
Mac has taught us so much in his less than 2 years of life. There is so much more to life than what you can see. You are not defined by your disabilities; they are a characteristic of the amazing person that you are. The uniqueness each of us possesses is what makes this world wonderful. If we learn from one another, our perspective will continuously flourish. While there are numerous challenges, I am so thankful for Mac’s blindness and our new perspective on life.
Mac’s Story A New Perspective On Life Featured Image Description:
Closeup of Mac shows the light blonde haired cutie smiling while he holds onto his blue and white AMD. He is sporting a chunky gray cardigan over a flannel shirt with blue jeans.
Mac’s family; mom, dad, Mac and his two sisters are standing outdoors in a grassy field posing for the camera. Mom and dad are holding one another and Mac’s sisters are standing in front while mom holds Mac in her left arm. In the background, golden orange autumn foliage can be seen.
Is a tri-panel collage: The first image is in the same grassy field as photo 1. In this image, Nicole is holding Mac in her left arm while her two daughters are each holding one of her legs. Mac is using his AMD on the sidewalk it almost looks like he’s running. In the third photo, Mac’s oldest sister is holding his arms in the air while he walks in the grassy field.
On a clear, sunny autumn afternoon bundled in a blue winter jacket, Mac looks like he’s having a blast on a toddler swing.
A stunning black and white photo of Nicole holding Mac on her lap while he is smiling broadly.