So a bit of a backstory, I am a 28 year old woman who just recently went fully blind. When I was a teenager, I volunteered with my local youth group to help rebuild Mississippi after Hurricane Katrina, and while down there I picked up a fungal parasite called Hitoplastomosis that over a decade migrated to my eyes and slowly caused blindness. I've been totally blind for about a year now, so I'm pretty new to it, but I digress. When I first went blind, I barely left the house and was afraid to go in public. I felt like everyone was staring at me, and in all honesty, I barely knew what I was doing. The transition had been difficult, and I didn't have any support groups to teach me. One day my husband asked if I could take an Uber down to the bank and deposit a rent check, and I reluctantly agreed. While out, he messages me again and reminds me that we are out of a few crucial groceries. There was a Walmart grocery literally across the street from the bank, so I figured everything in life is an experience, and I'll have to learn how to shop alone eventually, so why not? Everything was fine at first, and I was only grabbing a few things, so I didn't need a cart. I was using my cane with what little echolation skills I had at the time to get around, but still bumping into things as we blind tend to do sometimes. My cane suddenly hit something a bit softer, and I figured maybe I had whacked someone's leg and apologized. Cue the entitled kid and entitled mother. Me? Shoot, I'm sorry. The entitled mother. Hey, you hit my son! I respond, I'm so sorry ma'am, I didn't see him there. She begins yelling, how could you not see him? He's clearly right there. Now, I'm fully blind, but I don't wear sunglasses, mostly because I can't afford a good UV pair blocking, but also I'm not ever looking for a pity or play the part of a generic blind person. I just want to be treated like a normal person, but I do understand her confusion, as blindness is a spectrum, so I try to calmly explain, ma'am, I'm blind, I can't see anything, let alone your son. That's why I have to use the cane, so I can get around without, she cuts me off. If you're blind, why aren't you wearing big sunglasses? Now, as a blind person, I get asked a lot of stupid questions, but I understand a lot of them are just people who don't know better, so I try to happily answer as many as I can. Those are really expensive, and I really don't need them inside. The entitled mother responds, you're not blind, you're faking it. Here is where my blood starts to boil. I can't think of any reason someone would want to pretend to be blind. It's an actual hell, and nothing pisses me off more than when someone calls me a liar when I'm not. Just as I'm about to respond, I feel a tug, and before I blink, I realize this little demon's paw has snatched my hundred dollar cane from my hands. For those of you who don't understand, that's like if you're shopping and suddenly the power goes out and you can't see a single light. Without my cane, I could barely move at all, without crashing into anything. I began to panic. Please give that back, I really do need it. The mother, no you don't you liar, my son deserves to play with this more than you. I hear her shuffle away, and my expensive cane cracking into metal displays as they leave. I started crying and waving my arms in front of me to grab onto something, anything, and end up crashing and falling into a centered aisle display, making a loud sound. Without fail, I somewhat curl into a ball and cry. I'm alone in public, in the dark, and I had no idea what to do. Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder and a man's voice, we'll call him an awesome guy, ask if I'm okay, and say right here. I do, but began to at least sit up and listen. This man must have been tall and built like a tank because his footsteps sounded like a giant, and I felt a suction of wind when he took off. Maybe about 30 or 40 feet away, I hear this loud bowing like an angry lion and a loud crash. Then, before I know it, the man is back and helping me to my feet. He takes my hand and puts my cane into my palm and helps me pick up the items I drop when I fell into this display. I wipe the tears from my cheeks and say thank you. Thank you so much. I didn't know how to handle that. The awesome guy says, don't worry about it, some people are just monsters. This guy restored my faith in humanity and even helped me finish shopping and help me out of the store. As we're leaving, I could hear the familiar screeching of Entitled Mother, something about awesome guy grabbing the cane and pulling hard, flinging her little devil child into a shopping cart. I don't know if she was exaggerating or not, but it would explain the crash I heard. It's easy to feel alone in the world without sight, but even through the sheer terror of being stripped of my cane, at least I know now that there are people willing to stand up for me when I need it.