Down Goes Frazier, I Mean Down Goes Fischler!

Yesterday Nash and I headed to downtown Manhattan. And when I say downtown, I mean all the way downtown, Fulton street which as you can imagine is quite a hike from the middle of nowhere Queens. We were making great time, as we had to take the Q46 bus from home to just get to the subway, than we took the E Train all the way to West 4th street to the A train, and what is funny when I lived in midtown West I would never do even one transfer, as I would find another way to get where I was going, now I am doing two transfers. At this point, I would like to mention the NYC MTA. I think it is great that they now make announcements that if you see something, say something. Of course, not sure how that applies to a blind dude. I also think it is great that the buses announce, “Please use the back door to exit” but really, can the buses please at least announce what stop you are arriving at? No one even listens to the announcement to use the back exit, so it obviously isn’t helping anyone. If you announce what stop the bus is arriving at, you are at least helping the blind, and probably the non New Yorkers. Also MTA, on the subway if you could add an advisory to have all your riders shower regularly, it would make taking the subway more pleasant. WOW, have I smelled some funky people on the subway recently. I guess my sense of smell as a blind dude is starting to heighten more. Oh boy, that is coming in so useful on the subway and smelling the stink of people.

Anyway, we made pretty good time down to Fulton Street. We got off the train, and actually went out the right exit. Nash and I were pretty happy as it wasn’t raining, and it was a really nice day out, we were moving pretty quickly down Fulton Street, and then WHACK! OUCH, and a lot of expletives as I hit the ground!Nash walked me face first in to a pole. I felt like George Foreman had punched me in the face. I must have hit if pretty hard, as my face began throbbing immediately. Immediately, people rushed over to me. Fortunately, one guy had some napkins and handed them to me as the blood was flowing from my nose. I thought I had lost my front two teeth. Fortunately, my mouth was just throbbing so much, and was cut, as than I thought they were loose. I was really stunned, as I had never walked in to anything like this before. So glad that there is a first time for everything. I laid on the ground for a couple of minutes, and then some people helped me to my feet. I was dazed, as I asked them what that was, and it ends up it was a pipe of some kind sticking all the way out in to the middle of the side walk from a building. Yes, Nash did get yelled out a little, but not to much. I knew it wasn’t his fault, as the pipe had to be out of his sight line, but it is only human nature to be really angry and upset. Of course later, I felt really bad about yelling at Nash, as he did nothing wrong. It’s not his fault that he isn’t six feet tall, so he could see everything in my sight line. I would love to hear from any guide dog raisers, trainers, or handlers, what they think I should do about something like this in the future? Is there no way for a blind guy to avoid something like this? I am luncky that I didn’t break anything, lose an eye, or any teeth.

Of course, I had a throbbing headache for the rest of the evening, and today, my nose is twice the size it normally is, and my mouth is cut. I can’t afford anything to happen to my Brad Pitt looks. And today I probably look like Brad Pitt from Fight Club. HA.

I also wanted to give a shout out to all the puppy raisers from Guiding Eyes For the Blind that I saw last night. Always great to chat with you guys, and I am always so thankful for the hard dedicated work that you guys do. I am blown away by your youngest puppy raisers ever. WOW. You guys are the most dedicated people I have ever met, and without your services I would still be stuck with a cane!


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