On my way to work this morning I saw a blind man at the corner waiting to cross the street. He called out "could somebody tell me when the light changes?" Several shied away. Several others nodded. I spoke up. He shook off my hand as I offered to guide him. "Oh no, I can walk on my own. I just need a pair of eyes every once in a while to tell me when the light changes."
"Don't we all," I thought.
There but for the grace of God go I. How this man manage to survive in a city of speeding cars and bustling people, of endless blocks where I, with 20/20 vision, get lost from time to time? It is beyond me. But he does it every single day of his life.
I thought to myself, "If this man gets out of bed and comes into the streets without sight, then I have no excuses for not rising to the challenges of today."
I thought to myself "how does he do it?" But the answer was right in front of me. He trusts.
This morning a blind man helped me see.
I thank him for that.
"Don't we all," I thought.
There but for the grace of God go I. How this man manage to survive in a city of speeding cars and bustling people, of endless blocks where I, with 20/20 vision, get lost from time to time? It is beyond me. But he does it every single day of his life.
I thought to myself, "If this man gets out of bed and comes into the streets without sight, then I have no excuses for not rising to the challenges of today."
I thought to myself "how does he do it?" But the answer was right in front of me. He trusts.
This morning a blind man helped me see.
I thank him for that.
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