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MY BEST

FRIEND

13 Now, I accept that I can’t do everything on my own, even with Twyla’s help. I
have to be OK with asking people to help me cross busy streets. Other times
I need someone to read me something because it’s not in Braille. It can be
hard to ask for help, but if I don’t, I can’t live my life.

14 When things do get too hard—like when I want to go to the golf course
but there’s no one to drive me, or when some kid says, “Catch,” then throws
something at my head—that’s when Twyla steps in to comfort me. I just pet
her and talk to her. She’s that friend that’s always there, and she reminds me
that, yeah, things are hard sometimes . . . but they’ll get better.

15 I just look at it this way: There’s always something life takes from you,
and something life gives back. Like, I think being blind makes me a better
golfer. Sighted golfers will lift their heads to watch their shot, and that
messes with their swing. But I can’t see the ball, so I don’t do that.

16 I may never compete against a pro golfer. Then again, it could happen.

17 I’d just make him wear a blindfold.

comfort If you comfort someone, you say or do things to make the person feel better.

To help me play golf, my dad
or coach places the club
behind the ball. Then they tell
me which way to swing.

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