I took on my first consulting project: reviewing the wayfinding plan for a neighborhood health clinic.

The assignment was modest.

I loved it.

One morning the project manager asked whether the hallway color contrast would be sufficient for patients with low vision.

I explained what worked for me and what would need formal accessibility review, carefully separating personal experience from design standards.

She listened and took notes.

When the first fee arrived in my account, I stared at the deposit notification longer than I should have.

It was nowhere near the money I’d earned before the accident.