“Why God? Why did You allow this to happen?” I could scream now that I was safe in my house. Sobs began as I demanded my answer.
Minutes before, I had searched desperately for the curb, unaware I was in the middle of the street. No present danger existed on the deserted streets. When I discovered I was on the wrong side going in the opposite direction, fear overwhelmed me. My own neighborhood, void of sidewalks, seemed foreign.
I momentarily considered becoming a hermit. A safe place for a legally blind woman was in her house, only venturing out on the arm of my husband. I loved my walks too much to abandon them. Besides, they were the only independence I possessed.