I was recently at an event with a mix of family, friends and strangers, where people came and went throughout the day. At one point, a very close friend arrived unbeknownst to me, and was talking to someone else, about five feet from me. When we both looked at each other, I had no idea who they were because I couldn’t see their facial features, and yet they had no idea I didn’t know them.
Of course this person knows I am legally blind, but I don’t look it and I get around so well that even people closest to me, well, they forget.
A few weeks have passed since the event and still that feeling is with me. It hurt that that person didn’t know the struggle I was in to identify them, and I hated my complete inability to know who they were.
This was a small moment of time within this huge journey I am on. But it seems as though just when you are finding your stride, you’re at this event with lots of moving parts and doing well within it, when the universe taps you on the shoulder, with its thumbs in its ears and fingers waving at you, and it sticks its tongue out at you and says, “You have limited vision, you have limited vision!”
Sure, THAT I can see.
