My family moved to United States when I was fifteen, then came my first real life-time challenge. I felt like I was standing on a starting line of the marathon that is far behind the normal one. It almost felt like that I was born disabled- just that it was not physical or mental disability, but a cultural disability.
While I was complaining about my life, I started volunteering at Braille Institute with children with impaired vision. One day, I was talking to a boy named Carlos who… Continue
Posted on October 16, 2009 at 11:10am — 1 Comment