Day 0: Old Dog.
New Trick.
It’s hard not to feel nervous.
I have been waiting nearly a year and a half to receive a
guide dog. And now that life-changing
moment is only a couple days away. Tomorrow, I go to Guide Dogs for the Blind in
San Rafael. I will live there for two
weeks while I learn the basics of being a guide dog partner. In some ways, I feel like the dog in this old
Far Side cartoon.

I have been legally blind for more than thirty
years. For much of that time, I have
worked hard to downplay – if not downright conceal – how very limited my vision
is. I could not hide the fact that I
didn’t drive. And my children knew that
when they reached a certain age, catch with Dad became a dangerous game for him. But there was a part of me that was concerned
that prospective employers would not allow me to do what I love – on-camera TV
reporting – if they knew how little I could see. So I pretty much tried to appear as
un-disabled as I could.
And maybe it worked.
I spent a couple of decades working as a reporter with no more vision
than I have now (which is to say, not much).
CNN sent me to Yellowstone National Park to cover wildfires in 1988 and
to Los Angeles to help with the O.J. Simpson coverage a few years later. For them and KTVU, I covered the aftermath of
the Loma Prieta Earthquake and the East Bay Hills firestorm. For KTVU, I went to Bosnia to report on the
effects of the war there, to Uganda to report on Joseph Kony and the children
of war, and to Cuba for a rare American television look inside that island
nation. In between, there were hundreds
of fires, floods, shootings, car accidents, city council meetings and even a
Presidential visit or two.
Still, it was a lot of work acting as if I could see when
I couldn’t. So eventually I began using
a blind cane. It did make the BART ride
easier. Now when I bump into people,
they apologize to me. What could be
better?
My wife has long believed a guide dog could be better. She pushed me for years to get a guide
dog. But I was reluctant to change
identities from the self-reliant disability concealer to the obviously visually
impaired guy with the dog. We visited
Guide Dogs for the Blind a year and a half ago and talked to Aerial Gilbert,
Outreach Manager (who herself uses a guide dog). She explained and encouraged. We went to a workshop for people anticipating
whether to get a guide dog. They let me
test drive one. It was cool.
But I still had to decide if I was ready to take such a
major step – to rely on and care for a dog every day. I asked my wife for her best argument for why
I should get a dog. She said, “You don’t
know what you don’t see. I watch you
when you walk, and you’re often in danger and don’t know it.” While that “don’t know” stuff sounded a
little like Donald Rumsfeld, she had a good point. In fact, she had a convincing point.
So in February of last year, I applied. The Guide Dogs people processed my
application. They sent someone to
interview me at my home. That person
watched me walk down the street with my cane.
And Guide Dogs decided my “orientation and mobility” skills (that’s what
they call the adaptive skills blind and visually impaired people use to
navigate a sighted world) were remarkably unimpressive. So they put my application on hold until I
got some formal O&M training. Once
that was done, I was back in the hopper again.
Now, the time has finally come to go get that dog. I am excited.
My family is excited. My
co-workers are excited. In San Rafael,
there is a dog waiting for me. I will
find out Monday afternoon who he or she is.
The dog is trained. I am
not. Yet. And so I’m also nervous. After all, I am an old dog. And this is a new trick.
Fine posting Craig. Looking forward to more progress reports on your new friend and mentor.
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ReplyDeleteLook forward to hearing the story :) You'll do great.
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