Thursday, December 08, 2011
Like a Ton of Bricks
The other day, I was in the laundry room transferring a load of clothes from the washer to the dryer when the darkness I live in 24 hours of the day suddenly became more obvious to me than it normally does. A profound sadness fell over me as the memories of losing my sight flashed through my mind in what seemed like a millisecond. For that very moment, I wished I could somehow forcefully plunge through the walls of impenetrable darkness that surround me and reclaim the light that was taken from me twenty years ago. And then as quickly as the sadness came, it left me. I tossed the last of the clothes in the dryer and walked out of the laundry room, determined to live a happy life, with or without sight.
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My dear Sister,
I can't imagine what this feels like. I can say that you have more vision...sight, than the majority of folks I know in my everyday practical life.
I admire the way you share your life, your challenges and struggles. I am drawn to your story and I am so happy you get to tell it.
Keep telling us your story. Keep sharing your struggles. Keep telling us who you are. I am listening (reading) and feel blessed for the honor.
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