The roar of a truck stopped me dead in my tracks. I could smell the acrid smoke from its exhaust. Tires screeching. I froze. Petrified. Horns honked. I turned. Helpless like a man lost in the ocean. I tried to feel with my cane like I was taught to do on the sidewalk but nothing felt different than anything else. Panic set in, multiple voices yelling contradicting words.
“MOVE!” But I don’t.
“Hold...
