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Over There -- By, Cathy Anne Murtha

As my guide dog and I stood in line at the checkout of the River City Market, I asked the cashier what I considered a simple question. "Where are the nap­kins, please?" Her response was hur­ried, but sincere, "over there”.

Emerging from the light rail for the first time, I managed to catch the attention of a passer-by, "Please sir, can you tell me where I might catch bus 63?" A kind voice offered a pleasant response be­fore disappearing into the cacophony of the early afternoon, "You can catch it -­over there."

So many things reside over there -- nap­kins, bus stops, pencils, pens, clothing racks, department stores, and even my shoes! A never-ending supply of impor­tant and indispensable items and locales all reside in this place, which is shrouded in mystery and intrigue.

I stand in perplexed silence after learn­ing that something is over there. It is a place I have never been and have no hope of finding on my own.

My guide dog is quite skilled in finding chairs, stairs, elevators, escalators, help­ing me cross streets, and can even find me the Diet Pepsi display at Food Town; however, when I tell her to find "over there" her little bottom hits the floor and a small whimper tells me that she is as confused as I.

We will not be going "over there" today. Over there has caused me a bit of vexa­tion, a lot of confusion, and, on occa­sion, made my heart race.

I have discovered that "over there" can be a dangerous place. One day, while crossing a street, I heard a driver's irri­tated voice shout out a warning of a truck bearing down on me from over there. Shadow artfully dodged the oncoming vehicle and pulled me to the safety of the curb.

Our hearts were both racing as we took a few moments to compose ourselves. Close encounters with over there can be frightening experiences.

Although many people who are blind have wondered as to the exact location of "over there," few have dared to ven­ture forth in an actual exploration of the mysterious place.

One day, while standing in line at the supermarket, I asked the clerk where I might find the aspirin. With a cheery smile in her voice, she informed me that the aspirin was located "over there”. With a weary sigh, I decided that I would take the extra step that would unravel the mystery, which had vexed my compatri­ots since the beginning of time.

Taking a deep breath, and attempting to look nonchalant, I smiled at the clerk, "Where," I asked, "is over there?" I imagined the girl's shocked expression. I felt her sharing condescending and concerned looks with her fellows in the store. The silence grew palpable as they mulled the possibility of allowing a per­son who is blind access to the forbid­den land.

She had no choice; she would have to tell me how to find "over there!" I had won! Exhilaration swept through me as I waited in breathless anticipation. A vic­torious smile crept to my lips, my hand tightened on the handle of Shadow's harness; we would soon be going over there! The clerk's voice reeked with res­ignation as the decision was made. "That way," she said.

 

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