Don't have an account? To participate in discussions consider signing up or signing in
facebook connect
Sign-up, its free! Close [x]

Benefits

  • okay Create lasting relationships with other like minded women.
  • okay Blogging, let your voice be heard!
  • okay Interact with other women through blogs,questions and groups.
  • okay Photo Album, upload your most recent vacation pictures.
  • okay Contests, Free weekly prize drawing.
  • okay Weekly Newsletter.

  • Blindly Go

    1 posts, 1 voices, 345 views, started Feb 18, 2009

    Posted on Wednesday, February 18, 2009 by Denise Richardson

    •  



    • Diamond
      Offline
      Ambassador

      Blindly Go

      The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the

      attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the

      steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the

      seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he’d told her was empty.

      Then she’s settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane

      against her leg.

      It had been a year since Susan, thirty-four, became blind. Due

      to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was

      suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity.

      Once a fiercely independent woman, Susan now felt condemned by this terrible

      twist of fate to become a powerless, helpless burden on everyone around her.

      “How could this have happened to me?” she would plead, her heart knotted with

      anger. But no matter how much she cried or ranted or prayed, she knew the

      painful truth, her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression

      hung over Susan’s once optimistic spirit. Just getting through each day was

      an exercise in frustration and exhaustion. And all she had to cling to was

      her husband Mark.

      Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all of his

      heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and

      was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed

      to become independent again. Mark’s military background had trained him well

      to deal with sensitive situations, and yet he knew this was the most

      difficult battle he would ever face.

      Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she

      get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around

      the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even

      though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted

      Susan and fulfilled Mark’s need to protect his sightless wife who was so

      insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however Mark realized

      that this arrangement wasn’t working—it was hectic, and costly. Susan is

      going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But just

      the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe. She was still so

      fragile, so angry. How would she react?

      Just as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking

      the bus again. “I’m blind!” she responded bitterly. “How am I supposed to

      know where I’m going? I feel like you‘re abandoning me.” Mark’s heart broke

      to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that

      each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it

      took, until she got the hang of it.

      And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark,

      military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He

      taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to

      determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped

      her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a

      seat. He made her laugh, even on those not-so-good days when she would trip

      exiting the bus, or drop her briefcase.

      Each morning they made the journey together, and Mark would take

      a cab back to his office. Although this routine was even more costly and

      exhausting than the previous one, Mark knew it was only a matter of time

      before Susan would be able to ride the bus on her own. He believed in her, in

      the Susan he used to know before she’d lost her sight, who wasn’t afraid of

      any challenge and who would never, ever quit.

      Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her

      own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around

      Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend.

      Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, his

      love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate

      ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday ... Each day on her own went

      perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going

      to work all by herself!

      On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she

      was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said,

      “Boy, I sure envy you.”

      Susan wasn’t sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on

      earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the

      courage to live for the past year? Curious, she asked the driver,

      “Why do you say that you envy me?”

      The driver responded, “It must feel so good to be taken care of

      and protected like you are.” Susan had no idea what the driver was talking

      about, and asked again, “What do you mean?” The driver answered, “You know,

      every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military

      uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the

      bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you

      enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little

      salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady.”

      Tears of happiness poured down Susan’s cheeks. For although she

      couldn’t physically see him, she had always felt Mark’s presence. She was

      blessed, so blessed, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a

      gift she didn’t need to see to believe—the gift of love that can bring

      light where there had been darkness.

      God watches over us in just the same way. We may not know He is

      present. We may not be able to see His face, but He is there nonetheless! Be

      blessed in this thought: “God Loves You - even when you are not looking.”

      Blindly Go)

      Written By: Chaplain Jerry Vintinner



      •  



  • Something to Help You Along the Way View Group »

    Here you’ll find quotes, or words of wisdom to help you.