Sight of Love

Sight of Love

This is a story that i wrote in Form 5. Back then this story was not finish. I just finish it about 3 days ago. Funny thing is i found this behind my SPM slip. lol.... So, enjoy your reading!

It takes place on a bus. I’m not sure, but to me, it brings warmness to the heart. If u know what I mean. Just, read my writing.

The passenger on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, 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 Natasha, 34, 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. And all she had to cling to was her husband, Daniel.

Daniel, wan an Air Force officer and he loved Natasha with all 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.

Finally, Natasha 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. Daniel volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite end of the city. At first, this comforted Natasha, and fulfilled Daniel’s need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task.

Soon, however, Daniel realized the arrangement wasn’t working. Natasha is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But she was still fragile, so angry – how would she react? Just as he predicted, Natasha was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again.

“I’m blind!” she responded bitterly. “How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you’re abandoning me.”

Daniel’s heart broke to hear those words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Natasha 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, Daniel, military uniform and all accompanied Natasha to and from work each day.

He taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus driver who could watch out of her, and save a seat for her.

Finally, Natasha decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Daniel, her temporary bus-riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, 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 Natasha had never felt better. She was doing it. She was going to work all by herself.

On Friday morning, Natasha took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying the bus fare, the driver said, “Girl, I do sure envy you.” Natasha 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? Curious, she asked the driver, “Why do you say that you envy me?”

The driver responded, “It must feel good to be taken care of and protected like you are.” Natasha had no idea what the driver was talking about, and again asked, “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 as you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches 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 Natasha’s cheek. For although she couldn’t physically see him, she had always felt Daniel’s presence. She was lucky, so lucky, for he had given 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 is darkness.


tiQ said...

i love this story b!!so sweet

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