This First Person article is written by Rachel Ganz, who lives in Toronto. For more information about First Person stories, see the FAQ.
“Mordy, stop!”
My dog was tethered to my waist and sprinting toward the park. My heavy breathing fogged my new orange lenses from the Canadian National Institute for the Blind (CNIB). The large goggle-like frames had been shimmying up and down my nose the entire run and just as I reached up once again to adjust them, Mordy pulled.
My upper body keeled. The orange glasses flew. I suspected they landed somewhere nearby but without them, I
