Amazing New App That Lets Us Help The Blind

Technological advances have come a long way to help those who are visually impaired. Those devices are used only by the individual, which is great.

The Be My Eyes app won two awards for technology in 2018 and they need our help.

Say this individual goes to the store and the items have been moved or a new item has been introduced. He or she is unsure which to buy.

This new app lets them connect with a volunteer at a moment's notice. They turn their phone screen to the store products and ask their question. Perhaps they might say, "Which one is ... brand."

The price is great. The app is free.

My daughter has signed up for this app. She is excited to have her first opportunity to help someone.

Here is the link for the explanation of the app. The link will direct you to FB: Be My Eyes - Helping the Blind

OR

You can go to the app store and find the app on your own.

What I like about this idea is it gives me the opportunity to help someone in a very practical way. If I am available, I answer my phone. I listen to the question and do my best to help. That simple.

I should mention that over a million have signed up to volunteer which shows it success already. Does this mean you aren't needed? No. That one minute when someone needs help they might call you.

So, what do you think?

This post has been brought to you by the one-word: HelpingTheVisuallyImpaired

Comments

Angie Quantrell said…

That's pretty cool! I've never heard of this app before. Thanks for sharing, Mary!

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