Can I Kick It?

Yes, I can. All over this house.

When I’m leaving home, I venture around with my white cane. If I’m at home, which I’m more than familiar with, the cane stays in the corner. I sense every creak in these old floorboards.

But transient objects, like sneakers or dog toys or cats, I do not always remember those. I’m bending it like Beckham here, launching things unintentionally across the room as I walk through. The pain shocks me at first, fading into giggles as I laugh at myself.

I couldn’t hack it on the soccer field as a sighted girl. Now I’m connecting left and right. You ever bruise the ends of your toes? Feels like a hidden talent.


4 Comments Add yours

  1. Laughs when people fall says:

    I really enjoy reading your thoughts. You seem to be such a positive person with everything you have been dealt. Today’s post is hilarious. I think it’s great you find humor in your daily interactions. I will definitely be a lifelong follower! 😉 Thanks for sharing.

    1. Laughs: Thanks for reading!

  2. Anonymous says:

    Great job……will follow you….your writing is creative and fun!

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