When I blog about living richly with vision and hearing loss, I so often speak of the marvelous assistance I receive in the forms of guide dogs, technology, state governmental agencies, and rehab centers, not to mention sensitive family and friends. I speak about the treasury of literature and writers and book clubs that uplift me. I refer to the gift of an urban environment to aid in independence for those of us with disability, for the array of offerings that stimulate the mental life.
Today, though, I’m sooo struck by how our environmental degradation can decrease the richness of any life, disabled or able-bodied. Little has been made, as far as I’ve experienced, of the gas leak near Los Angeles. Today I learned that it has been leaking methane into the atmosphere since October, and that the company responsible does not see a fix until March. The news reporter likened this disaster in scale to the BP Gulf oil spill of 2010. I’m simply sick about this. And this going on rather silently during the Paris climate change talks? We witness the infrastructural breakdowns, our roads and bridges, but apparently our subterranean pipes are equally in disrepair.
For me the environmental damage to the globe is not just the highest threat to the richness and fullness of our lives. It’s the threat to our very existence.