Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Life, Life Lessons, Metaphor | Posted on 04-10-2016
Tags: eyes, eyesight, gifts, grateful, gratitude, lessons learned from a blind woman, life, life lessons, vision, wisdom
I once was blind, but now I see.
Or so I thought.
A few years ago, my eyesight was going. Each day my vision was getting blurrier. My eyes stung.
I squinted and Googled my symptoms. Sure enough, I was going blind.
I had to wait three days for my eye appointment. Those three days were agony. I’m going to miss my children’s beautiful faces. I’m going to miss watching them grow. I’m going to miss my husband’s reassuring smile. I’m going to miss the flowers that I love to photograph. How will I see the world? How will I watch movies? How will I drive? How will I experience all of the color and sights and richness of life?
My depression and worry and self-pity mounted with each passing minute. I wept.
Turns out, it a bad batch of eye drops I had been using. After some tests, the doctor reassured me that my eyes were temporarily burned and my eyesight was 20/20 (thanks to Lasik surgery awhile back). After flushing out with good eyedrops, I’d be as good as new.
The next day was Thanksgiving. No joke. And, oh, how thankful I was.
Sight! My children! My husband! Flowers! The world! Movies! Independence! The richness of life!
This is one of my favorite memes: I opened two gifts this morning. They were my eyes.
When I think back to “losing my eyesight,” I am reminded (once again) about gratitude. What prompted me to write this was seeing a blind woman with her cane the other day, while on my run. She was stumbling up the steep hill, navigating the cracks in the sidewalk and the bumps of the curbs. Meanwhile, I was across the street, running downhill. In sharp contrast, I have it so easy.
I paused to see how she was doing. From what I saw, she had amazing perspective. She was outside walking, taking in the morning’s briskness, crunching on the fall leaves, bundled in her hoodie, for goodness sake! Was that a faint smile on her face as she took it all in?
Watching her (staring, actually), I stumbled a bit. Maybe because I was in awe of her calmness and her strength. She seemed to have a good handle on her path, her life. That blind woman opened my eyes. To gratitude. To grace. To strength. To awesomeness.