Lighthouse For The Blind

I live in Texas and I work for a lighthouse for the blind. I was given a project to update our current job application, which is in large print. I also had the idea to create one in braille so that employees that are totally blind can fill one out without much aid of someone that can see. I think it is a good way for them to become more independent. I know that banks will send bank statements out in braille, but what does everybody else think?

That is a good idea.

You can print in braille, but you can't do that with a typical printer. There are printers out there to print in braille on the market which will run you $1000 and up.

2009-11-21 09:31:36 by Daniel

A video overview of the employment, programs, and services offered by The Lighthouse for the Blind, Inc. Formed in 1918, our mission is to create ...

My deceased wife's brother is legally blind. He has like 20% vision.. He's also somewhat slow and somewhat learning disabled - he's worked with lighthouse for the blind, and several other agencies, and they try him on jobs but they send him home because he's too slow. He can actually do things but it takes him a while. He's done pretty woodworking, etc. but it probably isn't something he could do if there's a time deadline. ARe there things he might be able to do? with his vision like it is? The only things I thought of required more training than I think he can do or if it's physical it requires him to be faster than he is. He's working with the rehabilitation commission, etc.

telemarketing?

2008-04-26 13:43:06 by art_flood

lighthouse for the blind.Donation furniture

Try Freecycle in your area. You can get good used items and you can request items you are in need of. The main Purpose of Freecycle is to recycle item you no longer need instead of throwing them away.

www.Freecycle.org to find a group near you.

Freecycle is a Yahoo group.

2006-06-02 07:22:15 by Harley H

Ingredients:

1 gallon of blind crow lies
1 ocean of insincerity
1 river of deceit
1 Universe of conceit
1 blind crow, hassling women who don't want him
1 twisting, of truths ignored
1 heaping of blind crow


Mix well. Form into a lighthouse, dark and dismal.
No light.
Throw into the trash.
TD...naw, it's Jack Daniels!

Something to crow about

2008-12-13 14:40:10 by Elysabeth

HOUGH three men dwell on Flannan Isle
To keep the lamp alight,
As we steer'd under the lee, we caught
No glimmer through the night!

A passing ship at dawn had brought
The news; and quickly we set sail,
To find out what strange thing might all
The keepers of the deep-sea light.

The winter day broke blue and bright,
With glancing sun and glancing spray,
As o'er the swell our boat made way,
As gallant as a gull in flight.

But, as we near'd the lonely Isle;
And look'd up at the naked height;
And saw the lighthouse towering white,
With blinded lantern, that all night
Had never shot a spark
Of comfort through the dark,
So ghastly in the cold sunlight
It seem'd, that we were struck the while
With wonder all too dread for words.

And, as into the tiny creek
We stole beneath the hanging crag,
We saw three queer, black, ugly birds--
Too big, by far, in my belief,
For guillemot or shag--
Like seamen sitting bold upright
Upon a half-tide reef:
But, as we near'd, they plunged from sight,
Without a sound, or spurt of white.

And still too mazed to speak,
We landed; and made fast the boat;
And climb'd the track in single file,
Each wishing he was safe afloat,
On any sea, however far,
So it be far from Flannan Isle:
And still we seem'd to climb, and climb,
As though we'd lost all count of time,
And so must climb for evermore.
Yet, all too soon, we reached the door--
The black, sun-blister'd lighthouse door,
That gaped for us ajar.

As, on the threshold, for a spell,
We paused, we seem'd to breathe the smell
Of limewash and of tar,
Familiar as our daily breath,
As though 'twere some strange scent of death:
And so, yet wondering, side by side,
We stood a moment, still tongue-tied:
And each with black foreboding eyed
The door, ere we should fling it wide,
To leave the sunlight for the gloom:
Till, plucking courage up, at last,
Hard on each other's heels we pass'd
Into the living-room.

Yet, as we crowded through the door,
We only saw a table, spread
For dinner, meat and cheese and bread;
But all untouch'd; and no one there:
As though, when they sat down to eat,
Ere they could even taste,
Alarm had come; and they in haste
Had risen and left the bread and meat:
For on the table-head a chair
Lay tumbled on the floor.
We listen'd; but we only heard
The feeble cheeping of a bird
That starved upon its perch:
And, listening still, without a word,
We set about our hopeless search.

We hunted high, we hunted low,
And soon ransack'd the empty house;
Then o'er the Island, to and fro,
We ranged, to listen and to look
In every cranny, cleft or nook
That might have hid a bird or mouse:
But, though we searched from shore to shore,
We found no sign in any place:
And soon again stood face to face
Before the gaping door:
And stole into the room once more
As frighten'd children steal.

Aye: though we hunted high and low,
And hunted everywhere,
Of the three men's fate we found no trace
Of any kind in any place,
But a door ajar, and an untouch'd meal,
And an overtoppled chair.

And, as we listen'd in the gloom
Of that forsaken living-room--
O chill clutch on our breath--
We thought how ill-chance came to all
Who kept the Flannan Light:
And how the rock had been the death
Of many a likely lad:
How six had come to a sudden end
And three had gone stark mad:
And one whom we'd all known as friend
Had leapt from the lantern one still night,
And fallen dead by the lighthouse wall:
And long we thought
On the three we sought,
And of what might yet befall.

Like curs a glance has brought to heel,
We listen'd, flinching there:
And look'd, and look'd, on the untouch'd meal
And the overtoppled chair.

We seem'd to stand for an endless while,
Though still no word was said,
Three men alive on Flannan Isle,
Who thought on three men dead

PS can u answer before 15 dec

The best newspaper articles contain facts, versus opinions. However, this doesn't prevent you from expressing opinions about the poem if you clearly label them as your opinions, or the opinions of others. If you clearly say something is an opinion you are stating a fact.

With the above in mind:

One set of facts would be biographical information about Gibson, the author's interpretation of the poem if one can be found, and whatever you can find out about Flannon Isle and the Flannon lighthouse; including the lifestyles of lighthouse keepers and the long term impact of living in isolation.

Another set of facts would be your interpretation of the poem and and any other interpretations of the poem that can be found. These interpretations would be enhanced if you could give plausible information which would shed light on why Gibson wrote the poem. For example, is Gibson possibly describing experiences from his own life, or is he disguising actual personal experiences with symbolic wording.

2009-12-13 00:20:02 by Pink