The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive
young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She
paid the driver, using her hands to feel the location of the seats,
walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then
she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane
against her leg.
It had been a year since Susan,
thirty-four, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis, she had been
rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of
darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. Once a fiercely independent
woman, Susan now felt condemned by this terrible twist of fate to
become a powerless and helpless burden on everyone around her.
"How
could this have happened to me?" she would plead, her heart knotted
with anger, but no matter how much she cried, protested, ranted or
prayed, she knew the painful truth that her sight was never going to
return. A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit.
Just getting through each day was an exercise in frustration and
exhaustion. And all she had to cling to was her husband Mark.
Mark
was an Air Forces officer and he loved Susan with all of his heart.
When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was
determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed
to become independent again.
Mark's military background
had trained him well to deal with such sensitive situations, and yet
he knew this was the most difficult battle he would ever face.
Finally,
Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there?
She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the
city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to and from work each
day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city.
At
first, this comforted Susan and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his
sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task.
Soon, however, Mark realized that this arrangement wasn't working, it
was hectic and costly.
'Susan is going to have to start
taking the bus again' he admitted to himself, but just the thought of
mentioning it to her made him cringe, she was still so fragile and so
angry. 'How would she react?' he admitted to himself again.
Just
as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus
again. "I'm blind!" she responded bitterly "How am I supposed to know
where I'm going? I feel like you're abandoning me".
Mark's
heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He
promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with
her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is
exactly what happened.
For two solid weeks, Mark,
military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day.
He taught her how to rely on her other senses specifically her hearing,
how to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new
environment.
He helped her befriend the bus drivers who
could watch out for her, and save her a seat. He made her laugh, even
on those not-so-good days when she would trip exiting the bus, or drop
her briefcase. Each morning they made the journey together, and Mark
would take a cab back to his office.
Although this
routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Mark
knew it was only a matter of time before Susan would be able to ride
the bus on her own. He believed in her, he used to know before she'd
lost her sight, who wasn't afraid of any challenge and who would never,
ever quit.
Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to
try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left,
she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her
husband and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude
for his loyalty, his sincerity, his patience and his love. She said
good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, each day on her own went
perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it and she
was going to work all by herself.
On Friday
morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her
fare to exit the bus, the driver said "Boy, I sure envy you" Susan
wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on
earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the
courage to live for the past year?.
Curiously, she asked
him "Why do you say that you envy me?" The driver responded "It must
feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are". Susan had
no idea what the driver was talking about, she asked him again "What
do you mean?" .
The driver answered, "You know, every
morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military
uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get
off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches
you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss,
gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady" .
Tears
of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't
physically see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was
fortunate, so fortunate, for he had given her a gift more powerful than
sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe, the gift of love that
can bring light where there had been darkness.
You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.
God
watches over us in just the same way. We may not know His presence,
and we may not be able to see His blessed face, but He is there
nonetheless!.
GIVE AND IT WILL BE GIVEN TO YOU...
