This was originally posted on July 1, 2015 at 307 AM on blogger.com
A few hours after the events in the Blind bitch post, I’m on the train, on my way home.
I’ve just walked onto the train, and have deliberately bumped some one with my cane to see if she’ll offer me a seat. It’s always interesting to see if people will offer or just ignore me (whether or not I intend to accept). … don’t judge me.
“You want to sit?” The voice sounded old, had an accent, and was coming from behind me.
I turned around.
“Yes. There’s a seat here.”
I walked forward.
“Right at the corner.”
I settled in. And began to fold my cane.
The woman seated beside me began talking to the woman in front of us. She was talking about how advanced technology is now. The canes can fold. And something about iPods and iPhones in her day.
“Are you with her?” She asked another woman standing in front of, and a little to the side of me.
“Oh. She needs someone with her. An aid.”
I think this was the second time I’ve heard someone say that about me. Why? I’m not disturbing you in my blindness.
“You can see?”
It’s a stop or two later and I assumed that the lady beside me is now talking to me.
“You can see enough to get home?”
“Yes. But it doesn’t matter. Even if I couldn’t see at all, I would be fine.” The aid comment hadn’t endeared her to me.
“But you can see a little?” I say yeah again. “You can see out of both eyes?”
“Only a little out of one.”
“Only a little out of one? Oh. I’ll pray for you, okay? You know God works miracles.”
“Why? God does everything for a reason. I’m sure he has his reasons for making me this way.”
“I know but we can still pray. You know He answers prayers and works miracles. He may not answer today, tomorrow, next week, next month, or even next year, but he does. So we can still pray.”
“That’s what I spend most of my time doing, praying.”
I nodded and mumbled something.
She then told me that this was the second time she was seeing me. I wondered, silently, of course, why I should care. But I continued mumbling things until she fell silent and I turned my music up a little higher.
“This is Utica, okay?”
“Okay, thank you.” I already knew which stop it was, but I figured it wasn’t that big a deal.
“And I’ll pray for you.”
“No problem. You’re a beautiful girl.”
“Yeah, you have a lovely face.”
“Thank you.” Jesus I think. How many times am I going to thank her? “Have a nice day.”
“Yes, you too. Have a lovely evening.”
And she’s gone.
To quote my peers, “I literally can’t even.”
PS. I’m really excited that I did that link thing. You know, inserting the link to the other post?