Within a few months of each other, two different adult men have told me they would kill themselves if they ever became visually impaired.
What the hell do you do with that?
Friends say that I handle people’s reactions to my delivering the status of my sight with grace. The responses are varied yet always surprising. This particular statement left me feeling grace-less. In both cases, I didn’t say anything, because I was gobsmacked. And when I gathered myself to craft a reply, it was neither nice nor proportional to the declaration. So I continued to stare, open-mouthed, at the outline of their heads.
It turns out that hindsight is 20/20 even for the legally blind. I realize now, I should have killed them with kindness.