The organ played softly as we shuffled towards the communion rail to receive a cube of grape juice-dampened bread during last night’s Maundy Thursday church service.
Suddenly Heath, my seven-year-old guide dog, made a sudden lunge. I corrected him as quietly as possible, and ultimately received that ceremonial bread cube while kneeling at the altar as Heath lay quietly by my side.
The cause of the mysterious lunge was solved as we choristers hung up our choir robes after the…..
wonderful windy waggily walk in the sun
Patty Fletcher WONDERFUL WINDY WAGGILY WALK IN THE SUN
AKITA
Doug Milligan
A perfect name for a guide dog meaning ‘one who walks in silence,’ trained not to bark but to listen. You were my first guide and friend.
When I came out one morning in your eighth year you wouldn’t move. I tripped over you. I couldn’t get you to walk so I grabbed your harness ‘Want to go find Sissy?’
We…..
An irritant of my current job is the on-line minicourses that everyone is required to take. Each course requires paging through PowerPoint slides or viewing videos followed by quizzes that are so easy that my 18-year-old stepson was able to attain a perfect score without reviewing the course contents. These materials are usually inaccessible to JAWS, the speech software that I use to listen to text on the screen of my laptop computer. (I am totally blind.)
About a month…..
During my junior year of college, several friends began watching the soap opera “All My Children.” Being totally blind, it was hard to follow the convoluted plot, especially since people were yelling snarky comments at the TV.
But I found my version of soap opera, courtesy of Rev. Carl McIntire’s “Twentieth-Century Reformation Hour.”
This was my introduction to Christian radio, and whenever I got the chance, I listened to Rev. McIntire’s gravelly voice, wondering which bizarre things it would shout:
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