They received invitations to the Indian tables and developed friendships. Our leaders and the long-time members gave such a meal of Thanksgiving to the newcomers in Atlanta. I took on the role of Indian at my banquet table surrounded by eight pilgrims making the journey for the first time. I wanted to cry as I heard from them how they had learned and grown throughout the week. Their joy signifies the pinnacle of my convention journey.
Conventions offer courage, hope, and invigorating power.
In turn, each conventioneer must bring home the knowledge discovered to those who could not attend the Atlanta convention. I hope to provide a feast for the blind people I meet at college and in the community. As convention energy dissipates, a gradual return to old customs and social pressures is all too likely to occur. We who attend conventions must not allow this to happen to us. Someday I hope all blind people in our nation may make the pilgrim's journey to National Convention.