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In response to Feature Writer Terri Winaught – A Little Known Advocate, Penny wrote:
When a freshman at Lake Forest College, I had lunch with a group of girls, and we began to introduce ourselves. One young lady’s surname was Bridgman. She was from the Northeast United States. I remarked, “Why, there is a very famous Bridgman,” and proceeded to tell her about Laura. The girl seemed so truly impressed as she said, “Yes, Laura was my great-great … aunt” (I do not now remember the exact relationship she cited, after some 40 years). She then added, “You are the first person to whom I have introduced myself who knew my famous ancestor.” I told her that Laura Bridgman was perhaps almost as well-known among blind people as is Helen Keller. Miss Bridgman still has living relatives, and I met one–an unusual coincidence, don’t you think?
In response to Contributor Nalida Lacet Besson – The Red Truck, Nancy wrote:
What a lovely and heartwarming story with lessons for us all at several levels: Brothers and sisters interact in predictable and often hilarious ways, regardless of developmental challenges, or natural differences in character and disposition. The importance of patience, personal sacrifice, perseverance, and unconditional love in an emotionally and spiritually healthy family are at work here. “Blindness” continues to serve as a bold metaphor for the interior blindness we all experience. Indeed, when it comes to “seeing things are they really are” and striving each day to live more authentically and with greater virtue, we are all challenged. Although the “little red truck” may now be obscured at the bottom of the red toy box, I very much doubt it is missed.
Any home with young children is invariably punctuated by scuffles and spats. But at the end of the day, are they snuggled (more or less) together on the couch? In the Besson home, I suspect the answer is a resounding “Yes!” Well done, Nalida.
In response to Contributor Nalida Lacet Besson – The Red Truck, Arielle wrote:
I enjoyed this story. I can understand how this happened. My mom enjoyed it too because I am blind and she is sighted and has had similar things happen in our home. I sometimes drop my cassette or remote control and the batteries fall out on the hardwood floors at home and roll under the bed. It is hard to tell where they are because mom says the batteries are the same color as the hardwood floors.