Blindness would be worse, in my opinion.
Which do you think is worse, being blind or being deaf?
Blindness!
Being blind is much worse IMO. You can still drive a car if you are deaf so you can still be self sufficient. Where I live there is very limited public transportation, so just taking care of the basics like grocery shopping would be a real hassle.
Blindness couldn't be all that bad. Still can sing !
Being blind is worse
I think I'd rather learn to read lips, than to be blind. That ole buzzard would get away with too much, if I couldn't watch him all the time. :/
Blindness would be far worse and yet blind people can accomplish amazing things.
One of my friends was a professional footballer until he lost his sight. Then he started running marathons.
He took up triathlon and competed in (but didn't complete) the Hawaii Iron Man. (His wife was piloting their tandem and was unable to complete the ride.) He paddled a canoe from the northern tip of Australia to New Guinea and cycled across the Simpson Desert, both times under the watchful eye of the Channel 9 cameras.
He set his sites on the Seoul Disabled Olympics but couldn't run, ride or swim fast enough to qualify. He switched to javelin, found a trainer, threw an Australian record, and finished fourth at Seoul.
He and I used to run 30 km together every Sunday morning and he was a non-stop fund of funny stories.
He died of altitude sickness in the Himalayas where he was training to be the first blind man to climb Mount Everest.
For those of you who have read my novel, the race described in it is a real one and is even more rugged than I wrote. Accidents and broken bones abound. Ched and I ran it together one year and at that time and he still had just enough vision to see my white socks. He ran behind me and everywhere I put my feet, he put his. We got through it safely. The man was amazing and I still miss him.
Here he is with his wife Judy and his guide dog.
One of my friends was a professional footballer until he lost his sight. Then he started running marathons.
He took up triathlon and competed in (but didn't complete) the Hawaii Iron Man. (His wife was piloting their tandem and was unable to complete the ride.) He paddled a canoe from the northern tip of Australia to New Guinea and cycled across the Simpson Desert, both times under the watchful eye of the Channel 9 cameras.
He set his sites on the Seoul Disabled Olympics but couldn't run, ride or swim fast enough to qualify. He switched to javelin, found a trainer, threw an Australian record, and finished fourth at Seoul.
He and I used to run 30 km together every Sunday morning and he was a non-stop fund of funny stories.
He died of altitude sickness in the Himalayas where he was training to be the first blind man to climb Mount Everest.
For those of you who have read my novel, the race described in it is a real one and is even more rugged than I wrote. Accidents and broken bones abound. Ched and I ran it together one year and at that time and he still had just enough vision to see my white socks. He ran behind me and everywhere I put my feet, he put his. We got through it safely. The man was amazing and I still miss him.
Here he is with his wife Judy and his guide dog.
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