ELLIS, RICHARD ALLEN

[RICHARD ALLEN ELLIS.]

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My name is Richard Allen Ellis and I am one of Samuel Ellis descendants. You may have heard of him or his last name before, no? Well he owned the land travels crossed at to get into america. Ellis Island. The family tree goes back a long ways, perfectly stored in old books handed down from one generation to the next to add in their own information. I wish I could only see it's pages. I do know that a lot of my relatives are American, which is why I'm attending a study abroad program in the U.S. this year to earn credit for graduate courses. I also have plenty of family in Italy, which is where I was born and raised, as well as Ireland and France. Oh, we are a colorful bunch when we get together at reunions. I can tell by the sounds in people's voices.

I am and have been, almost my entire life, legally blind and partially deaf in my right ear. There are new corrective surgeries out there and I have been saving up a little each year since I first found out about them. One day I'll be able to see, one day I might not need that hearing aid, but until then I stick to braille and adjusting my hearing aid. Sometimes I feel like that old guy from UP. Now, I can see things, being legally blind doesn't mean I can't see at all , it just means it's really hard for me to see. I can't comprehend distance, things that are up close look miles and miles away. I honestly would rather be completely blind , then have to deal with the question - is this object really next to me or not?

I learned a few months ago, when researching into the surgies that I had already had one when I was very little to try to help my eyesight. Apparently I was born completely blind, but they managed to correct it. Not fully obviously, my brain didn't register the images the same as most people for a very long time. They still don't, not really anyway, I've taught myself to memorize how my brain should be reading the images. It's just like I've taught my self braille and sign language. While researching I learned there was a chance that my vision could be corrected, but due to my right ear starting go there was higher chances of the surgery effecting my ear. Now i'm not sure if this is all true, but I don't really care. I'd love to be able to see properly and not feel like I'm on and endless treadmill with the town getting farther and farther away.
It would most certainly make dating easier. I don't really get to enjoy dates like I think I would if my eyesight was good.

Though being legally blind does have it's advantages with the ladies. Though I hate being treated special, I do enjoy the occasional door hold when they notice my cane or eye seeing dog. Now, yes I have a specialized dog, do i really need it? No. I have her because I wanted to be able to enjoy my day more. I keep forgetting, what my eyes are seeing aren't exactly true, having Sandy around keeps me a bit more sane and worry free. Now, don't get me wrong I still worry, especially since I'm not in a different country and my dog has to get use to the environment as much as I do.


So, I've explained my eyesight, but I did not get into my hearing. My hearing isn't something people tend to bring up a lot. The first thing they notice is that I'm blind. If my hearing aid is out of my ear, there is a chance I can hear you talking, but not be able to make out any of the words. This of course only happens if your trying to speak into my right ear.


You want to learn about my life in Italy? Well, I guess it's like anyone else's life. You are born, you go to school , you learn different languages and math. I'm very good at math, I could have very well taken the profession of mad scientist, but just because I'm good at something doesn't mean I want to end up doing that with my life. My first kiss was with a girl name Susan, but it was a kiss on the cheek and she kissed me , not the other way around. Sort of hard to kiss someone you think it miles and miles away from you .


The first boy that ever kissed me was named Ian, he was from the Netherlands on vacation with his family. He kissed me on the lips, the first time I had been kissed on the lips and it had been with a guy. I remember feeling his hands on my cheeks, but in my head the guy was standing far away with his hands just out. I figured out it was just best to close my eyes.

My siblings made sure I got dressed correctly more so than my parents. My parents were never at home it seemed, but that was alright. I think I've turned out alright. My vision halfway through my life changed a bit. Every now and then my head would start hurting and certain things would look as if they were right in my face. Talk about creepy, the first time it happend I was near a clown. I have a fear of clowns now and personal space issues. It hasn't happened lately, which is good. No doctor can explain why it happens, which is not so good.

My first girlfriend's name was Isabella, from what I managed to register she had blond hair, tan skin, beautiful green eyes. Whether that was true or not, I'll never know. That relationship lasted a year, she became part of the family basically and still comes over to the house. I never could understand how she could feel so close to the family, especially my parents.

Meanwhile school - languages, math, history, music - it all continued, but soon I started playing the guitar on the streets for cash. I couldn't really figure out what else I'd be good at doing, due to my vision. I eventually became well known around the small market area, with my walking stick and guitar. I got free rolls from the bakery, oh I miss those rolls, but I find America has some good food as well.

Now why am I here? Here in this diner talking to you? Well, I'm in America for a study abroad program. It is as simple as that. Anything else you would like to know?

Oh, these sunglasses? yes, well they aren't really sunglasses, they black out my vision all together. I wear them when I think I might have a breakdown. It's not easy, you know, with the type of vision I have. Sometimes it really is better for my health to not see at all. I believe I might have said something along those lines before, sorry. I tend to do that as well, repeat things because I don't remember saying them or for emphasis.

Personality? Honestly, I don't think I could describe myself. It's just something I let other people do. I'd like to think I'm an old fashion type of guy. I'll let you in on a secret, I use to act like I was royalty. I guess that could have effected my personality. Anything else you want to know about me, you'll just have to find out in person.

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the major airport was an hour and fifteen minutes away from the his hometown. not many people realized he was coming back and he didn't want anyone to know. the last thing he needed was photographers butting into his life. in the bridal world he was probably one of the more famous people under the age of 40. even though he was not a singer or an actor, the paparazzi still loved to try to find a story on him. sometimes grey thought the paparazzi wanted his business and lifestyle to crash.

a smile appeared on his face as he noticed some familiar trees. he was slightly surprised they hadn't been torn down by now. he noticed the small dinner on the side of the main highway and a tourist hut stop. the cab driver was not driving like a maniac, which was nice, but different from what he got use to in new york. his eyes looked from the scenery to his reflection in the window.

oh, no this wasn't going to do. his hair was all wrong. his fingers ran through the side of his black briefcase to pull out his comb. slicking his hair back on the left side, then the right, and once more straight back. "can you step on it, just a little bit. thanks" he felt the cab pick up speed. he could not wait to arrive to his family's new house in their home town.

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