A beautiful Morning, A powerful Dream, and a message of purpase.

☕️ A Peaceful Morning, a Powerful Dream, and a Purpose

This morning started out beautifully—just like many mornings do. I had a sweet conversation with my stepdad, with soft, comforting music playing in the background. I’m still enjoying my hot coffee as I write this. These quiet moments help me feel grounded and peaceful.

Inside my mind, everything is dark—but not empty. I still see yellow floaters slowly drifting all around. Up in the ceiling where a fan and light are supposed to be, there’s a dim light—dark golden brown and yellow—glowing softly. These images come from within, even though I have no physical eyes. They move, they change, and they feel real to me.

And then there was the dream I had last night...

🌙 A Dream About a Job, A Message About Purpose

Last night, I had a dream that really stayed with me.

In the dream, I met a beautiful young Black woman who was totally blind, just like I am. She had dark skin, shoulder-length hair, and brown eyes. She didn’t wear sunglasses, and she carried herself with quiet strength. She had just been wrongly fired from her braille transcribing job. I didn’t get the full story in the dream—she didn’t explain why she lost the job—but I could feel the pain and frustration in her voice.

As she spoke to me, she asked a simple, heartfelt question:
“Do you know of any braille transcribing jobs I can apply for?”

I told her I didn’t know of any right away, but I promised her I would do the research. I said I’d send her an email once I found some opportunities. I went home, sat down, and even started writing to her—asking what kinds of jobs she was looking for and how I could help. But before I could finish, I woke up.

Even though it was just a dream, it felt real. And the message was clear:
There are people out there who need support, direction, and someone willing to stand in their corner.

💼 I Want to Help You Find a Job

If you're reading this and you're blind or visually impaired—and you’re looking for a job that involves braille, or any accessible job—please don’t hesitate to reach out.

Tell me:

  • What kind of job are you looking for?

  • What state do you live in?

  • How far are you willing to travel?

Once I know that, I’ll do my best to help you find something that works for you. Whether it’s braille-related or another accessible opportunity, I want to support you however I can.

You’re not alone—and your skills matter.

Let’s start working together. 💪🏾

#DisabilityJobs #BlindProfessionals #BrailleTranscribers #AccessibleEmployment #KamalaDisabilityTalks 💼🌟 

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