Tuesday, June 22, 2010


hello you.
i'm currently on work experience at vision australia. my favourite part are the home visits, where we go visit people who are blind or visually impaired and assist them with day to day things they might be having problems with.

today we visited these two elderly men. one is the father (97) who lives next to his son (70) in a council flat. they are both moderately visually impaired and the son has a intellectual disability.

they were just the kindest two men. they shook my hand and spoke like gentleman, showing us to our seats and proudly showing us the stove they just installed. the older man was in fish pjs and their house was run down and a bit all over the place, but the two men were both beautiful. the 70 year old constantly called his father "daddy" and the 97 year old has a calender of 'sexy beach girls' (yes, i was confused too).

there was this bleak reality about it. it felt like a film; these lovely people trapped in this shit situation. but they seemed so happy because they have made the most of it. people always seem to do that.

i'm not sure if i could do this for the rest of my life. but, then again, i'm not sure if i could do anything for the rest of my life.
excluding chuck bass.