I Could See...

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The other day I came out of class and got in my car. I was just leaving the school when there she was standing across the street at the bus stop. She looked about 20 years old with shoulder length dishwater brown hair. I notice how frail she looked, she couldn't have been more than 5 feet tall and maybe about 100 lbs and in her left hand was a white cane with a red tip.

I wanted so badly to give her a ride, but I knew I would only scare her. As I made my way into the street, she looked up as if to see me. If she were able to see me she might have been able to catch the tears running down my cheeks. Why were there tears running down my cheeks??

Because I could see...

I thought of all I could see right then and there. It was windy that day and the clouds were shifting and the leaves were blowing in the trees, the branches were bending and swaying back and forth.

I could see....

All the colors around me, the traffic, the cars, the houses, the people walking along the sidewalk, the traffic signals, the store signs, street signs, motion and colors everywhere.

I could see....

I felt so blessed to be able to have my eyes. As the tears flowed down my face the memories flowed with them. Looking into my children's sparkling eyes, seeing their love for me. Each of my children's first smile, first tooth, first steps. I thought about the first time I saw Michael's face at the airport. And when we look at the twinkling little stars at night.

I could see.....

how my bipolar disorder really didn't seem like such a big deal when compared to something like blindness. How even though depression can take the color out of my world and make everything look gray, I can still see.

I am so thankful that I could see that girl, she made my day....I need more days where

I could see...

by Teena K. Johnson 4-7-01

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