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On October 14, 1970, Harold and Gail brought me into this world, and
named me after my great-grandfather, the original David Snider.
At this point, Harold
began pursuing his PhD at Oxford. Since my parents were blind and first-time
parents, some of their relatives expected them to get regular assistance;
having a baby "might be too much to handle" was the common thought.
By following her natural instincts as a mother and by paying constant
attention to my whereabouts, Gail was able to care for me just as effectively
as a sighted mother would.
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