The beautiful gift from my good and not only good friend Raz was not just an object.
It was an act of the heart from a person who stood by me.

The cane she gave me was not meant to make me ashamed of being deafblind
but to help me stand proud as a deafblind person. Some gifts are not symbols.

They are tools of life. Raz gave me strength, responsibilityand determination.
We are both deafblind. We know what daily struggle means.

Τhis struggle does not stop. The struggle continues.