While waiting at the grocery store deli, I asked my husband how far down the produce aisle the carrots were located. It’s difficult for me to find items on a shelf due to my impaired vision, the lack of clarity and color making locating a can or package equal to a fully-sighted person battling a haystack for a needle.
He told me the orange vegetables, gray to me, were about halfway down the refrigerated shelving, and I set off on my mission. I found them and returned to my husband, hugging the carrots to my chest, smiling ear-to-ear, flushed with pride and a little teary. It had bern six long years and I couldn’t have been happier if I had planted the seeds mself. Carrots can’t improve my eyesight, but that day they did wonders for my self-esteem.
