[nfb-talk] New THOUGHT PROVOKER #154- White Canes and Windmills

Tue Feb 16 02:44:14 UTC 2010

Ah, so, it's all in Danny's bedroom; and, in his head.  Not in reality.  The question, it seems to me, is this.  Can Danny transfer it from his mind to his arm; so to speak?  i think we sort of get the answer.  Funny how , as a matter of human nature, we have to work ourselves up before doing anything, at least some of us do.  Others of us, it seems, don't.  At least, on the outside it seems that way.  

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On Feb 15, 2010, at 5:56 PM, Robert Leslie Newman wrote:

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> RE: White Canes and Windmills 
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> The new THOUGHT PROVOKER is all about blind youth and accepting a travel
> tool, the long white cane and dealing with the pressure of peer
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> THOUGHT PROVOKER 154
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> White Canes and Windmills
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> In his bedroom, Danny picked up his long white cane, his first. Its weight
> was easy to handle. Holding it up and straight out before him, he gave it a
> tentative sword-like, back-and-forth swish. This would be his first day
> using it at school and he couldn't kid himself, he was nervous about how
> people would react to him.
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> "Danny," his mother called up to him from downstairs. "Come down. You need
> to start walking to school, son." 
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> "Sixty seconds, Mom." Lowering the cane, positioning it at center, Danny
> tapped 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
> fantasize.
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> It was a warm day. It was after school and he was walking home, using his
> new cane. At Maple and Main, the usual group of snooty girls was gathered,
> visiting. Danny knew they saw him coming; his stride was confident,
> shoulders back, head up, swinging in a steady rhythm, arching his cane, not
> staring down at shuffling feet like before. He was truckin'!
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> DING-DING, the ice-cream truck drove by. 
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> "Oh, stop, stop!" Cried all the girls, but the truck kept on rolling down
> the street.
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> "I'll stop him!" In his dream, Danny leaps forward; cane flashing; he
> sprints down the walk; catches up with the truck; reaches out and taps the
> windshield with his cane tip; the truck stops.
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> "Danny." his mother calls again. 
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> "Yes Mom, just 40 seconds." Feeling excited about what he might be able to
> use his cane for, Danny lifts it up, this time in the on-guard sword
> position. In his fantasy he is now on the neighborhood playground, walking
> with his cane and . . .
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> "Hey Squint, where's your magnifying glasses and what's that wimpy stick?"
> The blunt end of a baseball bat poked into Danny's stomach, punctuating the
> bully's last word.
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> Danny jumps back, whirls a three-sixty and with the tip of his cane flicks
> the bully's baseball hat off his head. 
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> "Hey!" Taken by surprise, the bully retaliates, swinging the bat. 
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> The WHOOSH of the oncoming danger cues Danny to step back and the bat swings
> by harmlessly. Countering with his trusty cane, Danny steps forward and
> spanks the bully sharply on the seat of his pants.
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> "OUCH! Grrr, I'll get you for that!" Bat pulled back for another swing, the
> bully leaps forward.
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> Danny jumps onto a lower rung of a set of climbing bars; the bully swings
> again; Danny sidesteps; RING the bat strikes the bars; the bat brakes; the
> bully yells with the pain of the splintering wood in his hands; Danny
> thrusts out, inserting the dirty tip of his cane into the bully's open
> mouth. 
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> "Danny?" His mother's voice brings him back. "Are you coming?"
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> "Twenty seconds, Mom." Danny's pumped, his thoughts are racing, seeing great
> potential for him and his new cane; maybe even school-wide fame. . .
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> The scene is the crowded school's playground. He visualizes the towering
> structures of the wind turbines lining the edge of the school's property.
> This was recess and the kids were doing what they've done since the
> windmills were built--they watched the whirling propellers, boasting on what
> they'd do if they could climb the towers. 
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> Walking out in front of all the gathered students, Danny snaps on a hook to
> the tip-end of his cane; he jumps skyward; he hooks a blade as it swings
> down; he is lifted up and rides around waving to the astonishment and
> admiration of all. 
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> "Danny, you need to come down, now!"
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> "Yes, Mom." New cane in hand, Danny speeds downstairs, ready to tackle the
> day.
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> Robert Leslie Newman
> Author of THOUGHT PROVOKER
> http://www.thoughtprovoker.info <http://www.thoughtprovoker.info/> 
> Thought Is The First Step To Beyond
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