The Metal Pole

The Metal Pole

The Metal Pole

Homer Page is a leader in the National Federation

of the

Blind of Colorado. When he was six years old he

learned a

lesson from a metal pole, and he remembers it

well to this

day. Here is how he tells it:

I was born seven weeks before Pearl Harbor. As

were so

many young men of his generation my father was

soon caught up

in the war. For a number of years during my early

life he was

away from home in the army.

My younger brother and I lived with our mother

and

grandmother on our family farm. My mother and

grandmother were

blind, as was I. They ran the farm, while we

waited and prayed

for my father to come home. In time, he did

return safely. But

during this time we were rather isolated.

During these years I really didn't understand

that I was

blind. I enjoyed enormously running in the open

fields that

made up our farm. I fell off a table and broke my

arm, and

then another time I slipped in the water on the

back porch,

where my mother was washing clothes. I fell out

the back door

and broke my arm again. In each instance I hardly

slowed down

while I wore a cast. Later, when I was nine, I

broke my

collarbone playing tackle football at school, and

still later,

when I was 15, I broke my arm again in a bicycle

accident.

Sometimes my cousin, who was a few years older

would come to

visit. He would tell me about going to school. It

sounded

exciting. I could hardly wait until I would be

old enough to

catch the school bus and go to school. I spent

many of my days

playing school and dreaming of reading books.

Finally the day came when I could start school.

My father

was home by then. He and my mother took me to

school. No one

mentioned that I was blind. When it was time to

play that

first day, I joined the other children and went

outside.

Children who are six years old run. They run

without purpose.

They run in packs for the simple joy of running.

The children

began to run. I joined them, and I too began to

run.

My next memory from this day long ago is still

vivid. I

ran into the metal pole that braced the

playground slide. In

a split second I was flat on my back. My nose had

squarely

struck the pole. I was in a great deal of pain,

and the other

children were going on without me. In that moment

I realized

that I was blind.

I knew that if I lay there, or if I cried, I

could not

play with the other children. I got up to join my

new friends.

They never commented nor did I. I spent my

childhood and

adolescence with many of those children. We

seldom talked

about blindness. I just took part in whatever

activity

presented itself.

There was no pity or sentimentality shown to me.

When

teams were chosen to play softball, I was chosen

last. But

when teams were chosen for math or social studies

competitions, I was chosen first. Those

selections were fair

and neither I nor anyone else questioned them. It

meant

nothing to me to be selected last. What was

important was that

I played, that I played hard, and that I looked

for ways to

make a positive contribution to my team.

In my decades since my encounter with the metal

pole, I

have more than once found myself figuratively

lying on the

ground. What I learned at six years of age, and

have relearned

several times since, is that getting up is the

best option.

The other option is to play it safe and not

really play.

In 1981 I was elected to the Boulder, Colorado,

City

Council. In 1986 I was chosen to be Deputy Mayor

of the city.

In 1988 I was elected to the Boulder County Board

of

Commissioners. During all but one of my years as

a county

commissioner I was either Chairman or

Vice-Chairman of the

Board. However, things were not always easy.

In 1980 I ran for the Colorado legislature. The

race was

very close. Near the end of the campaign, workers

representing

my opponent began going door to door in the

district telling

voters that since I was blind, I could not

represent them,

that I would only represent the interests of the

blind. I lost

that election by 120 votes. That metal pole had

just blocked

my path once again.

I got up and started to run again. I found that I

had won

the respect of my community. A year later, I was

elected to

the Boulder City Council.

Four years later I ran for re-election. As top

vote

getter in the election, I was in line to be

mayor, but once

again my blindness became an issue. I was not

selected to be

mayor. I was, however, chosen to be deputy mayor.

Once again,

that metal pole had gotten in the way.

In 1988 I ran for the Board of County

Commissioners. I

unseated a popular incumbent. In 1991 I was

unopposed. My

blindness had simply ceased to be an issue that

could help a

political opponent.

On September 1, 1995, I assumed the

responsibility of

directing the National Federation of the Blind's

training

center in Colorado. Students at the Colorado

Center for the

Blind learn the alternative skills that they need

to live

independent and productive lives, and they learn

the attitudes

that they need to accept and manage their

blindness.

As I work with Center students there is a

perspective

that I hope to be able to share with them.

Perhaps I can state

it like this: In the lives of blind persons there

are

occasional metal poles. Once it was believed that

those poles

made life too dangerous or too difficult for us

to be able

really to participate with sighted persons on

terms of

equality, but now we know that this is simply not

true.

However we also know that when those poles appear

in our

paths and flatten us, we must get back up and

continue to run

without bitterness or self-pity. We must also

improve our

travel skills through life, so we can avoid as

many of those

poles as possible. We must be tough enough to

play without

sentimentality, and smart enough to know that in

this way life

will shower us with abundance.