[Blindtlk] {Spam?} RE: how about painting?

Thu Mar 17 16:09:48 UTC 2016

Thanks!  (smiles)

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Glad to hear that Judy and you are a treasure trove of information, not older.

Ericka Short
"What is right is not always popular; what is popular is not always right."

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> On Mar 17, 2016, at 6:47 AM, Judy Jones via blindtlk <blindtlk at nfbnet.org> wrote:
> 
> I don't ever think any of us should stop challenging ourselves, no matter how old we are or where we are in life.  Thinking about myself, I'm probably one of the older people on the list, but still get inspired by stories of others' accomplishments.
> 
> Judy
> 
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> -----Original Message----- From: Julie J. via blindtlk
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> Subject: Re: [Blindtlk] {Spam?} RE: how about painting?
> 
> Thanks!  I loved this article.  I felt the same way when I was trying 
> pressure canning for the first time.  And my son did the same thing!  
> LOL  I guess that's a good thing.
> 
> The room I am painting will be my new home office space.   It will be so
> nice to have the bigger room.  I was talking to a blind friend of mine 
> about this project.  He immediately asked if my sighted husband was 
> doing the painting.  When I said that I was doing the painting he 
> immediately started in on how blind people just sometimes need to accept that we cannot do
> everything.   I agree, but how do I know what I can and can't do unless I
> try?  Of course with always keeping safety in mind.  I'm not trying 
> driving a school bus. This is painting and the worst that can happen 
> is that I make a huge mess and have ugly walls.
> 
> I find that I need to challenge myself and my beliefs about what I can do on
> a regular basis.   It keeps me from becoming complacent about my life.
> 
> Julie
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> -----Original Message----- From: Gary Wunder via blindtlk
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> Subject: [Blindtlk] {Spam?} RE: how about painting?
> 
> For whatever help it might be, I volunteer my wife to talk with you. 
> What she wrote about painting is below and she can be reached at 
> debbiewunder at centurytel.net.
> The Gift
> by Debbie Wunder
> 
> All of our children's birthdays are special, but some more than 
> others. When my youngest daughter Abbey was about to turn ten, I asked 
> her to think hard about what she wanted on her special occasion. She 
> said she would be happy if we could redecorate her room, buy her some 
> new clothes, or get her a GameCube. "Which of those do you really 
> want" was the question I asked her, and she thought through the 
> choices. She knew I wasn't enthused about a GameCube, since I’d 
> already warned her that her game time could not cut into her reading 
> time. She was old enough to know that winter was coming and that new 
> clothes were something she was likely to get whether they were on her 
> birthday list or not. Eventually she answered: "I want to fix up my 
> room and paint it in mixed colors." I immediately thought about the 
> cost of repainting. For a moment I felt  sadness and regret for 
> offering something I might not be able to afford. But after my initial 
> shock I began to feel excited. Here is why: I have an addiction; it is 
> not to chocolate, drugs, or alcohol—well okay, maybe a slight 
> addiction to chocolate. But the addiction I am speaking of is HGTV, 
> the Home and Garden Television Network. I can spend hours watching 
> programs such as Design on a Dime, Trading Spaces, or just about any 
> fix-it-up show they carry. One of my strengths has always been arts 
> and crafts. A wonderful possibility was taking shape in my head and my 
> heart: I could give my daughter something more than a gift off a store 
> shelf—I could give her a gift that showed my love, my talent, and my 
> creativity. Her tenth-birthday gift would be something she would treasure for a long time to come. I decided that I would do it on my own, my way of providing a very special gift to her.
> I told Abbey that fixing up her room would be her present, and I 
> anxiously began to plan the project. We made a trip to the paint store 
> to choose her colors. I told her to pick three that would complement 
> one another. I already knew that her first choice would be some shade 
> of pink. I was right; she chose a color called “passionate pink,” 
> otherwise known as Pepto-Bismol pink. The other two were a slightly 
> lighter shade of pink and purple. She asked what I was going to do 
> with three different colors, and I told her this would be part of her surprise.
> From HGTV I learned that you need one wall to be the focal point. It 
> can contain a piece of artwork or furniture, or the focal point can be 
> the wall itself. I could not afford to buy new furniture, and neither 
> did I have an eye-popping piece of artwork, so it would have to be the 
> painted wall that made the room. I had a good idea what could make 
> that wall the focal point if only I could figure out how to do it: I 
> remembered Abbey telling me that one day she would like to travel with 
> me to Mexico to see a mountaintop that is filled with beautiful 
> butterflies in the winter. This provided the inspiration, but could I 
> possibly paint a wall of butterflies? Then it hit
> me: I realized I could use a large rubber stamp to stencil the image. 
> I used two of the colors Abbey had chosen, painting one half of the 
> butterfly in one color and the second half with the other. Those 
> contrasting colors would make the butterflies stand out.
> When the weekend before her special day drew near, I went out and got the
> other items I would need. I also arranged for Abbey to   visit a friend for
> a slumber party and made plans to paint her room.
> The night before she left, Abbey began questioning me about how I was 
> going to redecorate. It was clear that she was skeptical but didn't 
> want to show it. Some of her skepticism was whether an adult could do 
> the kind of makeover a ten-year-old would want, but some was because 
> my husband Gary and I are blind. Painting is not something blind 
> people typically do, and Abbey was worried about what she would return 
> to at the end of her weekend. I reminded her that we did all kinds of 
> things that others thought blind people couldn't do and asked if I had 
> ever disappointed her or broken a promise. "No, Mommy," was her reply, 
> but her tone was less confident than her words. "Will Megan help you?" 
> Megan is one of Abbey’s older sisters, and Abbey has always adored 
> her, respected her judgment, and admired her honesty.
> "No, I am going to do the job myself, but of course Megan will want to 
> take a look once it is done, and we all know how Megan always gives 
> her honest opinion.” I assured Abbey that I knew what I was doing, 
> told her to have a good weekend, and once again promised she'd be 
> happy with her room when she returned.
> The initial steps were easy. The first thing I did was remove all the 
> switch plates and socket covers. I then taped around all of the 
> woodwork, door frames included. I probably used more tape than 
> necessary, but I wanted to protect the woodwork and thought that I 
> might get to it  faster when I was painting than  someone who could 
> see. Then I put tape between the walls and the ceiling. I put plastic 
> on the floor, unwrapped the brushes and the rollers, got out the cans 
> of paint and a couple of paint trays, and closed the door to the room I would soon turn into my daughter's dream place.
> But when it came time to open that paint, put it on the roller, and 
> start painting the wall, I  fell apart inside. The thought of painting 
> the room energized me; the thought of taking that brush in hand and 
> messing up an already painted wall terrified me. Could I follow 
> through to create something worthy of my daughter's tenth birthday, or 
> would I create a tenth birthday memory that would shame us all? I sat 
> down on a stool and began  to cry. I was a sweating, shaking, crying 
> mess, and I couldn't think of any easy way out of what I had committed to do.
> Then my cell phone rang, and my older daughter Megan said she was 
> dropping by to see how the room was coming. I started to tell her I was at my wits'
> end and was paralyzed by doubt, and then it came to me: God was 
> delivering a response to my unvoiced prayer. Megan was coming over. 
> She could help. I would do my share, but she would be there to do the 
> hard parts, to supervise my work, and to make sure I didn't mess 
> things up. I could still deliver on my promise, and no one would have to know how scared I had been of failing.
> When she arrived, Megan could see that I had done all the preparation 
> but hadn't yet started on the wall. I told her I was nervous about the 
> project, and I suggested we have a girl's night, order a pizza, laugh 
> about some memories and stories, catch up with one another, and 
> together  create a gift her sister would love. She was not 
> enthusiastic about spending the evening together, reminding me that it 
> was Friday and that she already had plans with her friends. Again I 
> began to feel panic, and it showed. Noticing my imminent meltdown, 
> Megan began to repeat back to me things I had said to her since she 
> was a baby. She reminded me that I had told her I could do anything I 
> set my mind to and that blindness only made the way I did a thing 
> different—not better, not worse, just different. She said that I had 
> always been as good as my word, that I had never let my family down, 
> and that she was so proud of the mom I was. She told me that there was 
> no way I'd let Abbey down, that I was perfectly capable of painting 
> that room, and that I needed to put myself back together, remember how 
> much I loved to do artsy craftsy things, and that, by the end of the 
> weekend, we'd all have something to treasure. I heard what she said, 
> and, although they were nice words that were exactly what I had dreamed she would one day say to me about raising her, my fear held fast, and I begged her to stay and help.
> After listening to my pathetic protests, Megan turned to me and said, 
> "Okay, I'll help you," and immediately she went for the paint can and the roller.
> She dipped the roller into the can, and I gave a big sigh of relief 
> when I heard paint being applied to the wall. We would do this 
> together. I could hand her brushes and pour paint into the trays, but 
> she could do the painting, and we'd do a great job together. But my elation was short-lived.
> The next thing I heard was the roller being placed back in its tray 
> and Megan saying, "Okay, Mom. I've started it. It's your turn. Bye!"
> I laughed, and in a shaking voice I said, "Oh Megan, don't tease me. I 
> don't think I can take it tonight."
> "I'm not teasing," she said. "Mom, this is Friday night, and I have plans.
> You told Abbey you could do this, and you can. You've been planning it 
> for two months. This is only paint; you can't break anything. Now get 
> to it, and I'll come by tomorrow to see how you're doing. Bye. Love 
> you." With a hug and a kiss, out the door she went.
> Again I was alone, but now Abbey's wall, which had been an off-white 
> color, had a big pink stripe across it. There was no turning back. 
> Eventually I pulled myself together, thought about what Megan had 
> said, said a silent prayer for God's help, and started to paint. I 
> painted all that night and much of the next day. I used a 
> specially-made stamp to place the imprint of butterflies on the wall, 
> being careful to ensure that each went on at a slightly different 
> angle to give the appearance of the butterflies in flight. I had to be 
> careful about their spacing since being too close together or too far apart would ruin the intended effect.
> When Saturday night came, I was a boiling mix of emotions: exhausted, 
> exhilarated, proud, scared, anxious for Megan to return and give me 
> her always painfully honest opinion, and afraid of what she might say. 
> When she entered the room, I felt as tense as I have ever felt. “Hey, 
> Mom, it looks great! This will be the best present ever. Abbey will be so excited."
> Again I began to cry, but these were not tears of fear but tears of relief.
> When Abbey came home on Sunday and looked at her room, the joy she 
> felt wasn't conveyed just in what she said but in her tone. She kept saying,"
> Thank you, Mommy, oh thank you, Mommy. This is the best birthday 
> present ever!" After all the fear, all the anxiety, all the concern 
> that I had pushed too hard, promised too much, I felt supremely happy. 
> There wasn't one trace of surprise or amazement in her little 
> voice—just appreciation for a promised birthday gift that was exactly 
> what she had asked to receive. Again I cried. This time I shed tears 
> of joy—I had given my ten-year-old a gift she would remember for the 
> rest of her life. I had done what I said I would—just as she expected I would do.
> We always tell people that blindness poses two problems: one is the 
> physical lack of sight, the other the reaction that we and others have 
> to being blind. A big part of what we do in the National Federation of 
> the Blind involves changing the attitudes of the public with the words 
> we say and the actions they can see, but it is hard to measure 
> something as large as a change in public acceptance. What we can more 
> easily see is the reality our children come to know as we tell them 
> what we believe about blindness, and they then compare those words 
> with what they see day after day and year after year. My daughter 
> Megan believed what I told her about the role blindness played in my 
> life, and she accepted as true what I said about being able to do 
> anything. She then reflected or echoed back that belief to me at a 
> time when I was down on myself and was questioning whether I had 
> promised to do something beyond my capabilities. So certain was she 
> that I could succeed that she placed me on a road that ran in only one direction—forward—and left me alone to navigate that road by myself.
> The Bible tells us that it is more blessed to give than to receive, 
> and I am a living example of that truth. To my daughter that newly 
> decorated room was something she enjoyed, treasured, and proudly 
> showed her friends. But soon she was no longer ten and wanted a bigger 
> room downstairs. Now she is in college, the newly decorated room a 
> treasured but distant memory. But for me the picture of that room will 
> always remain in my mind, and the accomplishment it represents often 
> reminds me that I can do more than I think I can, that I should 
> encourage others to go beyond what they think they can do, and that 
> sometimes discomfort is a necessary ingredient in finding the joy of 
> real accomplishment. Blindness almost stopped me from giving my 
> youngest daughter the best gift I've ever given, but it was my older 
> daughter's faith, her belief in my ability, and her reluctance to 
> accept anything less than my best that has made this one of the most treasured stories of my life.
> 
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