When you walk with a guide dog there’s a story every moment. In Manhattan a cab driver tells me of his daughter who is deaf and how they came to the United States because people with disabilities have dignity here. My dog is a sign, not merely of visual impairment or the practicalities of motion, but of a sustaining human enterprise. I have unanticipated and soulful conversations with strangers. These occur with tremendous frequency. I might be weary but then it happens, I’m talking with a stranger who hasn’t given up on living.
Planet of the Blind 