When I first sailed out with my long cane, I was nervous. I’d heard tales of others who had sailed west, and met only jagged rocks. But on every shore, I have met an ocean of kindness, that washes worries away. And I’m glad. For its waves comfort me, a myriad of strangers helping my passage north, a surging tide of acceptance that calls my heart to a hundred horizons. And it gives me hope, to continue sailing with my long cane, knowing that this ocean stretches many miles.