The blind man
He staggered, stumbled and fell, apologizing at every turn, as though he had just learnt how to walk.
Holding on dearly to his only life-line. All dependices lay on a single stick.
Yet he continued to make his way with an apologetic smile on his face.
He had no dog for guidance, making it difficult to understand his condition.
The glares never did put him off.
Yet he continued the determination to continue forwards..
As I watched him, I came to realize how ungrateful I am.
There was a time when I hated having to wear glasses. Giving up always seemed to be the easiest way out. There was a time when I 'wanted' to fit in, which led to caring about what other's think. I never glanced at a disabled person twice.