Gary Wunder addresses a group at the World Blind Union event in Orlando, Florida, in 2016.
Posted by Gary Wunder | 01/04/2018 | Education, General, Stories
As a child words meant everything to me. I loved to hear people talk and tell stories. One of the things I liked the best was when people read, but exactly what they were doing both perplexed and amazed me. Read more Braille Opens Doors Previously Closed...
Camryn smiles while working on a motorized bird as part of the installation art project.
Posted by Camryn Gattuso | 12/05/2017 | Education, Stories
I am Camryn Gattuso, fifteen years old, and a sophomore at Tuslaw High School in Massillon, Ohio. I have been totally blind since birth and have been educated in a typical public school. Read more What I Learned at NFB Youth Slam...
Posted by Patti Chang | 08/21/2017 | General, Stories
"Attending the convention has changed me in many ways. For the first time in my life, I did not feel self-conscious or different. For the first time in my life, I feel like I am part of a big family that really cares." - Ayoub Zurikat, 2017 Read more From Timid to Bold: Reflections on Newcomers to National Convention...
Posted by Gary Wunder | 05/23/2017 | General, Stories
One frequent topic of discussion in the National Federation of the Blind is why we joined, when we joined, and those things that pushed us towards and away from the organization. Read more How Love Convinced Gary Wunder to Join the National Federation of the Blind...
Posted by Isabel | 05/09/2017 | General, Stories
I was born in Nicaragua. At ten years old, I was forced to leave my country to escape death threats because of my father’s reputation in the military. Read more Isabel Espinales Regains Independence through the National Federation of the Blind...
Posted by Anil Lewis | 03/08/2016 | General, Stories
My earliest memory of having to deal with my impending blindness occured when my mom took  my siblings and me to visit the ophthalmologist’s office. I was probably seven years old, and the office staff took me into a dark room to dilate my pupils. This required administering a series of painful eye drops, and I remember squealing, “It burns!” I sat there in the dark, trying desperately not to cry, because I was told that if the tears washed away the eye drops, we would need to start the process all over again. Read more It Burns...