A Guide Dog In The Mist

- Neville Clarence

With excitement and anticipation, I boarded the plane that was destined for OR Tambo International Airport in Johannesburg to begin training with my second Guide Dog. For much of the 70-minute flight, my mind fluctuated from a somewhat anxiety filled and depressive low, to a nervous yet exuberant, child-like high. I had last undergone Guide Dog training at the age of 22, a mere two years after having lost my eyesight in a bomb explosion.