Blindside Revenge: How a Waiter Avenged an Entitled Mother’s Theft of My Cane

Date: April 16, 2024Author: James William0 Comments

Entitled Mother Lets Her Kid Steal My Blind Cane — Waiter Takes Revenge on My Behalf

My life had radically changed almost a year ago when I lost my sight. I encounter the odd conceited and impolite person, but generally speaking, people are nice and helpful. This is the tale of a mother and her small child.

I’m a 28-year-old woman who just lost her sight. When I was a youngster volunteering to help rebuild Mississippi after Hurricane Katrina, I came into contact with histoplasmosis. Slowly but surely, the illness spread to my eyes and eventually left me completely blind.

I was exposed to an entirely new universe by this. It was a daily struggle to navigate this new environment, full of challenges that demanded constant adaptation from me. Even though I’m getting used to living without sight, there are still times when I require assistance or make mistakes because I can’t see.

I made the decision to go back out into the world and regain some independence on that particular day. I had my brother type down this account of the day’s events, which he assisted me with. My brother has been an amazing support system since my diagnosis.

I chose to have lunch in a quiet and pleasant setting at a local café that was charming and well-known for its pleasant staff on a bright afternoon.

I was using my cane to get around the café’s strange layout when I first arrived. My elegant and well-functioning cane is a must for my movement.

My cane suddenly struck something softer than the typical furniture as I moved cautiously in the direction of a table. It was a short interaction, but one that would turn unexpectedly and quite rapidly heated up.

A harsh voice broke through the café’s hubbub, “Hey! You hit my son!!” When I turned to face the voice, I instantly apologized. “I’m so sorry, ma’am, I didn’t see him there,” I replied. “How could you miss him, he’s obviously here!” the voice became more irate and disbelieving.

She responded with disbelief as I tried to maintain my composure and said, “Ma’am, I’m blind. I can’t see anything or anyone, which is why I use this cane to navigate.” Her son, a young boy judging by his laughter, seized the cane from my hands before I could grasp what she had said. “You’re not blind, you’re FAKING it! My son deserves to play with this more than you!” she exclaimed.

I felt as though my safety net had been pulled away, and the already invisible world around me seemed to spin much faster. The mother’s footsteps receded, leaving me standing in the center of the café, defenseless and bewildered. I begged, “Please give that back! I really do need it.”

The following moments were a panicked haze. Whispers and murmurs went up around me, but nobody helped me. I was distraught and alone, not sure how I would manage without my cane. I was crying so hard I couldn’t even phone for help.

I was ready to give up when I felt a steady hand gently return the cane to my grasp. For a time, I felt relieved, but then there was another conflict. The exchange that followed caught me off guard, and it didn’t seem like the woman engaged was either.

A cool, collected voice said, “Ma’am, please leave the café,” addressing the haughty mother. Her response was ferocious. “You’re fired! Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?” she screamed. The voice said calmly, “I’m fully aware, thank you,” in stark contrast to her growing agitation.

“Your boss is my boyfriend,” she angrily exclaimed. The speaker shot back, “I doubt that. It’s MY cafe,” making it clear who owned it. “You’re definitely fired. Huh, grow up, boy. You’re wearing a waiter’s uniform. Stop kidding around,” she blustered, her confusion and wrath blending together.