[blparent] I was so proud of my little tiger!

[Jo Elizabeth Pinto]

Thanks, V.  I'm okay, but I seem to have pulled a muscle or done something 
to my side above my left hip because it has hurt badly since I fell.  That's 
terrible about your friend's dad.  I can't believe nobody stopped to help 
him, not even an airport employee.  I can't understand it.  I wouldn't walk 
past somebody who had fallen, and I don't think any of the people I know 
would, either, but that's what seems to happen all the time.

Jo Elizabeth

Truth is tough. It will not break, like a bubble, at a touch; nay, you may 
kick it about all day like a football, and it will be round and full at 
evening.--Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
-----Original Message----- 
From: Veronica Smith
Sent: Thursday, January 24, 2013 8:22 PM
To: 'Blind Parents Mailing List'
Subject: Re: [blparent] I was so proud of my little tiger!

Oh Joe Elizabeth, are you okay.  My husband says all the time, "I hate
people!"   My friend's dad who is on oxygen fell at the airport the other
day, in fact it was around Christmas and do you think a single person
stopped to see if he was okay?  Nope, not a one, he actually finally managed
to get up, put his oxygen tank back at his side and get on the plane.
Where, the flight attendant put a bandaid on his scraped forehead.
Did you make sure to sit in a hot bath and does your back hurt now?  We have
ice patches like that in our front yard as well and I am always afraid I
will fall.
I am very proud of your little helper, it is good that she defended you in
her own little way!
V

-----Original Message-----
From: blparent [mailto:blparent-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of Jo
Elizabeth Pinto
Sent: Sunday, January 20, 2013 10:12 PM
To: NFBnet Blind Parents Mailing List
Subject: [blparent] I was so proud of my little tiger!

I fell on the ice yesterday at the bottom of my front porch steps.  It
doesn't get sunny there, so the ice never melts well.  But it had been warm,
and ice wasn't on my mind, so by the time I hit it, I didn't have a second
to react.  I landed flat on my back and hips and threw one arm out in time
to keep my head from hitting the ground.  Then some son of a bitch who was
walking by started to laugh!  I could tell it was a grown man, or at least
an overgrown child whose voice had changed.  I don't know if it was a
neighbor or a maintenance person or what, but I was appalled.  I couldn't
even imagine anybody laughing at someone who had just fallen on the
sidewalk, even if I did look stupid going in for a crash landing.  I yelled
out, "Hey thanks, you've been helpful!"

Anyway, my preschooler came over and asked if I was okay, then offered her
hand so I could get up.  She said, "I *stared* at that man who laughed at
you, Mommy.  I just *stared* at him."  Later, I asked her to stare at her
nanna and papa the way she had done when the man laughed at me, and both of
them told me she already has the death ray look down pat.  I was proud of
her for standing up against unkindness in her own little way.

Jo Elizabeth

Truth is tough. It will not break, like a bubble, at a touch; nay, you may
kick it about all day like a football, and it will be round and full at
evening.--Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
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