I'm Michelle Jalasky. This is The Moth.

Right now, we're in Boston, a city where over 1,675 people have gone on stage and told a moth story.

Here's one of those tellers, Julie Baker.

When I hear the doorbell ring, I think seriously.

But it's Jill, and even death wouldn't be a good excuse for blowing off Jill.

So I put on my coat with a hood.

I grab my rolling old lady carriage, I grab the blind cane and I head

downstairs. There she is, my blind coach. I didn't seek out a blind coach. I didn't know

that blindness was a sport that required a coach.

But when my neuro-ophthalmologists told me that my MS-related optic nerve damage had crossed

over into legal blindness, I was like, okay, whatever.

I see just as well as I saw yesterday.

And she said, she referred me to the Mass Commission for the Blind.

I asked her if she was allowed to do that without my consent, and she thought I was joking.

I wasn't joking.

I tell Jill on the phone that I really don't want to waste her time.

I'm sure she's a really busy person, and I'm not actually blind blind because I can still do

stuff on my own. She just listens. She says, mm-hmm, mm-hmm. And she makes an appointment to come to my house.

She's carrying a blind cane. She had asked me on the phone what my height

was and I saw the cane and I said oh no no no no no no I'm not doing that I'm not

that kind of blind I get around just fine. She said, okay, okay, so do you ever fall? I said, no, no, no, no.

Well, not out on the street. I fell down the stairs, but it's because it's a new house to me

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