How One Teenager’s Quiet Act of Kindness at a Birthday Party Lifted My Visually Impaired Son and Restored My Faith in the Next Generation

clearly practiced in front of bedroom mirrors.

And my son, without a moment of hesitation, stepped forward and joined them.

If you have never seen a blind child dance, it is something you simply don’t forget. There is no self-consciousness. No awareness of how it might look. No instinct to hold back.

His arms moved freely, sometimes a little too wide.continue reading …