On my way to catch my train home yesterday, I passed a lady with a white cane, just abou to reach a dangerous intersection. I stopped and offered my help. I’m always nervous about this. Some people with disabilities get quite shirty when you offer help and I don’t think it’s a very appropriate response. “That’s very kind, but I’m quite capable,” would be more friendly.
My helpee turned out to be entirely capable, and in many ways – with her white cane – far safer than me on the busy streets of London. Ahhh, but she did want a chat. No problem there. What a lovely person. Canadian visiting her son who works (wouldn’t you know it) in IT for a dutch bank. Small world isn’t it?
Tomorrow I will post a VERY embarrasing story about an incident in which my treatment of a blind person is far less charitable.