Motivation

Through The Eyes of a Blind Child

Beneath the long straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life, with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down. And as if that weren’t enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement “Look what I found” in his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, with its petals all worn, not enough rain or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a smile and then shifted away. But instead of retreating, he sat next to me and placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise “It sure smells pretty and it’s beautiful too. That’s why I picked it. Here it’s for you”

the weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colors; orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it or he might never leave. “Just what I need” I said. But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he held it mid-air without reason or plan.

It was then I noticed for the first time, that weed toting boy could not see. He was blind. I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in my eyes as I thanked him for picking the very best one. “You are welcome” he smiled and ran off to play; unaware of the impact he’d had on my day. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying w0man beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self-indulgent plight? Perhaps from his heart, he’d been blessed with true sight. Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see the problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life and appreciate every second that’s mine. And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose. I smiled as I watched that young boy another weed in hand, about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

By Victoria Jonah

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10 thoughts on “Through The Eyes of a Blind Child

  1. Hi Sheedart, thanks for sharing your experience. It touched me. Helps me see that no matter how bad things get or seem to be, if I adjust my perspective, things can get more colorful. Thanks again.

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  2. Very lovely and touching. Truly in every awful circumstance, we can always find a detail in our lives that’ll be worth keeping on our smile; because for every one thing we don’t have that others have, there’s another one thing we have that they’d give anything to have.

    Thank you for sharing. 🙂

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