Yesterday I had the privilege of visiting with a blind man. Interesting statement. I know. However, this blind man, also did not speak English. I on the other hand only spoke a rudimentary modicum of his language.
So while visiting some friends, kids playing I found myself in an awkward position of speaking with this older gentlemen. In truth, I was intrigued. I learned that he was an art-teacher, and had only been blind recently (I'm guessing three years). Still, in my visit I came away impressed at the wisdom of this man. His kindness, and patience. I got no taste of frustration or bitterness. This was a man who was retired, robbed of his sight by a botched surgery, and essentially forced to love with his son in a country which language he didn't speak.
Still the man was courteous, happy, patient. The man had a kind energy about him and even a good sense of humor.
So I lamented not having shoes, until I saw a man with no feet.
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So what language did the blind man speak? You know, Faith and I worked with the blind and the deaf for several years in Talladega and I found sensory impaired people to have a gentle quality about them.
I often wondered if that quality were a defense mechanism due to being afraid of their environment.
Learning the language of the deaf was a priceless experience for me. It opened the door to a world that I had no access to beforehand. I suppose that's true of any second language.
Be of good heart.
Be trustworthy and the world will open to you.
D--
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