[Fopbc] Fwd: New THOUGHT PROVOKER #154- White Canes and Windmills

Tue Feb 16 01:48:50 UTC 2010

-----Original Message-----
From: Robert Leslie Newman <newmanrl at cox.net>
To: BlindKid nfb <BlindKid at NFBnet.org>
Sent: Mon, Feb 15, 2010 1:49 pm
Subject: New THOUGHT PROVOKER #154- White Canes and Windmills

RE: White Canes and Windmills 

The new THOUGHT PROVOKER is all about a blind boy that is going to have his
irst day at school using his long white cane and he is nervous. How would
ou deal with this type of nervousness? See how Danny copes with it. If you
ave not read the PROVOKER, it follows.  Recall that I collect responses and
ost them upon my web site for all the WWW to read and learn from and that
RL is-  <http://thoughtprovoker.info/> Http://thoughtprovoker.info  If you
ish to receive THOUGHT PROVOKERS sent directly to you, just write me and
sk, at-  newmanrl at cox.net 

THOUGHT PROVOKER 154
White Canes and Windmills

In his bedroom, Danny picked up his long white cane, his first. Its weight
as easy to handle. Holding it up and straight out before him, he gave it a
entative sword-like, back-and-forth swish. This would be his first day
sing it at school and he couldn't kid himself, he was nervous about how
eople would react to him.

"Danny," his mother called up to him from downstairs. "Come down. You need
o start walking to school, son." 

"Sixty seconds, Mom." Lowering the cane, positioning it at center, Danny
apped it left to right in the two-point touch method he had been taught.
Wonder what the girls will think?" Danny looked inward and began to
antasize.

It was a warm day. It was after school and he was walking home, using his
ew cane. At Maple and Main, the usual group of snooty girls was gathered,
isiting. Danny knew they saw him coming; his stride was confident,
houlders back, head up, swinging in a steady rhythm, arching his cane, not
taring down at shuffling feet like before. He was truckin'!

DING-DING, the ice-cream truck drove by. 

"Oh, stop, stop!" Cried all the girls, but the truck kept on rolling down
he street.

"I'll stop him!" In his dream, Danny leaps forward; cane flashing; he
prints down the walk; catches up with the truck; reaches out and taps the
indshield with his cane tip; the truck stops.

"Danny." his mother calls again. 

"Yes Mom, just 40 seconds." Feeling excited about what he might be able to
se his cane for, Danny lifts it up, this time in the on-guard sword
osition. In his fantasy he is now on the neighborhood playground, walking
ith his cane and . . .

"Hey Squint, where's your magnifying glasses and what's that wimpy stick?"
he blunt end of a baseball bat poked into Danny's stomach, punctuating the
ully's last word.

Danny jumps back, whirls a three-sixty and with the tip of his cane flicks
he bully's baseball hat off his head. 

"Hey!" Taken by surprise, the bully retaliates, swinging the bat. 

The WHOOSH of the oncoming danger cues Danny to step back and the bat swings
y harmlessly. Countering with his trusty cane, Danny steps forward and
panks the bully sharply on the seat of his pants.

"OUCH! Grrr, I'll get you for that!" Bat pulled back for another swing, the
ully leaps forward.

Danny jumps onto a lower rung of a set of climbing bars; the bully swings
gain; Danny sidesteps; RING the bat strikes the bars; the bat brakes; the
ully yells with the pain of the splintering wood in his hands; Danny
hrusts out, inserting the dirty tip of his cane into the bully's open
outh. 

"Danny?" His mother's voice brings him back. "Are you coming?"

"Twenty seconds, Mom." Danny's pumped, his thoughts are racing, seeing great
otential for him and his new cane; maybe even school-wide fame. . .

The scene is the crowded school's playground. He visualizes the towering
tructures of the wind turbines lining the edge of the school's property.
his was recess and the kids were doing what they've done since the
indmills were built--they watched the whirling propellers, boasting on what
hey'd do if they could climb the towers. 

Walking out in front of all the gathered students, Danny snaps on a hook to
he tip-end of his cane; he jumps skyward; he hooks a blade as it swings
own; he is lifted up and rides around waving to the astonishment and
dmiration of all. 

"Danny, you need to come down, now!"

"Yes, Mom." New cane in hand, Danny speeds downstairs, ready to tackle the
ay.

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-----Original Message-----
From: Robert Leslie Newman <newmanrl at cox.net>
To: BlindKid nfb <BlindKid at NFBnet.org>
Sent: Mon, Feb 15, 2010 1:49 pm
Subject: New THOUGHT PROVOKER #154- White Canes and Windmills

RE: White Canes and Windmills 

The new THOUGHT PROVOKER is all about a blind boy that is going to have his
irst day at school using his long white cane and he is nervous. How would
ou deal with this type of nervousness? See how Danny copes with it. If you
ave not read the PROVOKER, it follows.  Recall that I collect responses and
ost them upon my web site for all the WWW to read and learn from and that
RL is-  <http://thoughtprovoker.info/> Http://thoughtprovoker.info  If you
ish to receive THOUGHT PROVOKERS sent directly to you, just write me and
sk, at-  newmanrl at cox.net 

THOUGHT PROVOKER 154
White Canes and Windmills