Blind Ranger

     Growing up in the nineties was interesting for many reasons. Cell phones were being introduced, computers were slowly becoming more popular, and freestyle music was hitting its peak. For kids all across America that had a television, a much bigger event was taking place.      Mighty Morphin Power Rangers exploded onto our TV screens. It was new, full of action, had awesome rock music, and five teenagers who could turn into superheroes. There was a color and a personality that represented each child's hero or heroine.      For a large number of people it was green, when he finally arrived on the scene. Others chose white, when he came later, though I personally suspect, had more to do with the fact that mostly everyone liked Jason David Frank who played them both, rather than the change in color. Still others preferred red, while many went for blue and black. A lot of girls loved pink. Most guys loved her too, but I tend to believe it was because they thought Amy Jo Johnson was

I promised I'd share some of the things I'd gotten up too as a child. Let me start by saying that in the beginning, I loved being outside. As I got older and we moved, I started spending a lot of time indoors. Back then though, I couldn't wait for school to finish or the weekend to come around. The minute I was free, outside I went. As I said in my previous post, I spent a lot of time with my cousins. This was made easy because they lived about two blocks away. the twins would come over and take me to their house. I can still remember the first time they did this. I was so uncertain of my surroundings at that time. I was extremely nervous something would happen since there would be no adults accompanying us. "It's easy," one of them said, "we made it here just fine." "Come on," his sister added, "it'll be fun." Finally I agreed and went with them. From that day on, I did it many times. It was one of the things I'd miss the

     I meant to post this several days ago, but you know how it is this time of year with the holidays and all. In any case, I figured I'd take the time to write a little about myself. As I stated in my first post, I've been blind since birth.      My Mom was six and a half months pregnant when she had me. I was born weighing one and a half pounds. I was eleven inches long and my lungs weren't fully developed. I was immediately put on oxygen, but I was still in a lot of danger. My mom was informed not to get her hopes up. I might not pull through and if I did, there might be a lot of complications. I could either become brain damaged or mentally challenged. The other option, which was probably the best that anyone could hope for, was that I became completely blind.      I was in the hospital for eight months. When I was finally able to go home, I was accompanied by a portable oxygen machine. Due to my premature birth, I was very sickly as a child. I didn't let that stop