My life as a blind pedestrian

Of all things I must contend with as a member of the so-called "blind community," I hate crossing busy streets and simple cane travel more than just about anything else. I dislike having one hand occupied with a long white cane; it's like being shackled. Street crossings, even with audible signals where they actually have them, is always like playing Russian roulette. There are the blind people who say that the ability to cross streets of any kind is simply a matter of good O&M training and desensitization therapy. There are those who see it as a sign of effeminacy--not macho to even admit you are even concerned about traffic. Perhaps, this is why I read so much. I travel in my head--sometimes in my dreams, and one day maybe even on the astral plane to visit that famous akashic library. But in all seriousness, if you're sighted and hear the nine points in the audio blog, think about them and what you can do to follow them. Even if you only pick one item, follow it; and tell your friends.