Hello, I am a little boy who only sees right with his heart...
Which doesn't make my parent's daily life any easier. So I'm blind and different (mentally speaking).
This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.
New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.
DISCLAIMER
... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).
Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.
Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.
Thank you to the "Roi Baudoin" foundation ( "Parcours hors pistes" ). The new design, hosting and translations were partially made possible by their financial support.
Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.
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thursday 16 december 2004
9. Lou... and wolf
It's a joke, but ok ! Believe it or not when my daddy and my mommy gave me my name (Lou), they had never imagined I would be blind (they could tell right away something was wrong, but they only got the diagnosis after 4 months of hospital tests... - a very bad memory both for them and me - I won't even mention the noise from the magnetic resonance for example, etc...).
Anyway, since I love listening to stories ( like Marlène Jobert reading "the wolf and the 7 little sheeps", "the three little pigs" ...), they keep trying to explain to me that I'm a little boy, and not a wolf - the animal -. "Besides, wolves aren't necessarily bad". I think it stuck to me, especially since we have ... a wolf-dog (samoyède) who can't stop eating everything that falls off the table during my meals.
Just goes to show, you can't possibly think of everything !
By Luc Boland :: jeudi 16 décembre 2004 at 09:26 :: My own world
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