[stylist] Feedback request, General content: Minneapolis Bus

[BDM]

Thanks Lori.

Brad

At 09:00 PM 5/1/2010, you wrote:
>Wonderful! Lori On Apr 30, 2010, at 7:38:45 PM, BDM 
><lists at braddunsemusic.com> wrote: From:   BDM <lists at braddunsemusic.com> 
>Subject:    [stylist] Feedback request, General content: Minneapolis Bus 
>Date:   April 30, 2010 7:38:45 PM EDT To: stylist at nfbnet.org Any and all 
>feedback is appreciated. Target might be publications looking  for light 
>hearted true stories. Content is rated G, general.  In professional 
>songwriting evaluations some ask how one wants feedback.  Ranging from 
>"Go easy on me" to "Give it to me straight I can take it". IÂ  always opt 
>for the latter with request to not leave out stuff they feel  works or 
>they like. For any future evaluations/feedback here that's how  I'll 
>assume its given provided its worth your spending memory real 
>estate  haha. Minneapolis Bus Having been diagnosed with a retinal 
>disease some years back. I had decided  to counteract the traumatic trick 
>life had played and take a proactive  approach. Before I lost usable 
>vision I sought out an adjustment to  blindness training center in 
>Minneapolis Minnesota. This training center is  called Blindness Learning 
>In New Dimensions or BLIND Inc. for short, and  was affectionately yet 
>quite accurately, known as the "boot camp for blind  folks". Though 
>apprehensions existed in what life would mean as a blind person, 
>IÂ  looked forward to the challenge of learning skills that would enable 
>me to  live life successfully independent. Besides learning skills as 
>white cane travel, cooking for a large group of  people, reading and 
>writing Braille, and other daily life skills  accomplished strictly under 
>blind folds , one final requirement must be met  using all of the 
>mobility skills learned. In order to graduate a student  must solely 
>complete what is known as a five mile "graduation walk". 
>While  blindfolded students follow a list of Braille directions 
>instructing them  to cross noisy intersections, direct them to specific 
>park locations, cross  bridges; board certain buses and make their way 
>back to the training center. Upon successful return, a freedom bell is 
>rung in their honor and as if a  congratulations button were pressed, 
>peers and staff come applauding from  classrooms with smiles, hand 
>shakes, and pats on the back as they share  victory over the test. The 
>day of my graduation walk turned out to be an unseasonably warm one,  and 
>about three quarters of the way into my five mile graduation course, 
>my  legs found great relief on the city transit portion of the test. On 
>the  surprisingly quiet bus with nothing else to do but listen to the 
>engine  roar and a buzzing fly next to me crashing its head into the 
>window in  efforts to escape, my attention was occasionally given to the 
>entrance and  exit of passengers at the stops. At one particular stop my 
>ear picked up on a huge group of young elementary  kids boarding and 
>consuming every available seat, leaving teachers and a  few chivalrous 
>passengers standing holding on to the grab bars. Excited  conversation 
>assured me the kids were on an early morning field trip. Sensing unusual 
>activity at the front of the bus after the kids got on; IÂ  curiously 
>cheated by lifting my blindfold to find two gents were boarding  rather 
>boisterously. Apparently they were still "having a night out";Â  unaware 
>the sun had risen right along with their blood alcohol level. One  stared 
>down the isle with concentrated beady eyes, pulled focus enough to  find 
>the bus full, and stood up front droopily hugging the vertical grab  bar 
>with both hands. The other fellow cockily swaggered about the 
>bus  exploring for a seat, using passenger's shoulders like rails in 
>bumper  bowling. The kid's chatter diminished as even they became aware 
>of the  state these two gents were in. Mid way down the long isle and 
>recognizing  the bus was full, the second fellow settled quietly to a 
>staggered stance  next to a nervous teacher. Both stood quiet, as did the 
>rest of the bus  with only the roar of the engine and squeak of the 
>brakes for audible  entertainment. Finally breaking the intense silence, 
>the adventurous drunk swung his head  sideways staring at the teacher, 
>head bobbing from the bumpy ride and  alcohol content. With half mast 
>eyes he looked at the teacher and saidÂ
 "Pardon me sir." The Teacher 
>nervously returned the look replying "Yes?" The inebriated man proceeded 
>"Do you know Jesus Christ?" Wide eyed and perplexed at the source of the 
>question, the teacher replied "Why, ah, yes. I do." The drunken man 
>returned his bobbing head to a forward position slurring in  apparent 
>amazementÂ
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