When I was an undergraduate I tutored a blind student in statistics; once a week he would make his way, with his guide dog, to my small office in the basement of the psychology building. I was very affected by working with him, seeing how difficult it was for him to do the things I so much took for granted and by watching the extraordinary close relationship he had with his collie, who having accompanied him to the office would immediately curl up and fall asleep at his feet. As the term went on I felt increasingly comfortable in asking him about what it was like to be blind; what it was be blind, young and an undergraduate at the University of California; and what it was like to have to be so dependent upon others to learn and survive.