This is part III in our Awareness Wednesday series on disability. Read the other posts in the series here. It is 2:30 p.m. and I’m sitting on the steps in front of the school waiting for the taxi that will take me, Connie, and Billy home. I’m working on my homework, which is reading. It is fun, and I’m learning more and more. I’m recovering from my first grade year of school in the U.S., where the teacher had no clue how to teach low-vision children. I’m now in a new school and must be transported to another town. The taxi arrives: It’s the white van and that means Ray. Ray…