Seeing is Believing

I was born
seeing out of
one eye.
Never knew any
different.
Until one day.
This one day.
An Accident.
Something poked my
good eye and it scratched
my cornea.
My eye quickly
swelled up.
I could see nothing.
I had to wear a patch
for days.
Laying down... in my
head , I thought,
crap...What if I can not
ride my bike, drive my car?
See the world.
Thinking of my Mom
and how she lost her sight.
She did it.
You could do it.
I sat up in bed,
crying. At what might
be lost.
My Mom came into my
room.
What are you crying
about?
She asked.
What if I can not see?
Work? Earn a living?
I responded.
I almost felt guilty
asking her these questions.
Hmmm?
she replied sitting on the
edge of my bed.
There are 2 kinds of
people.
The kind that can not.
The kind that Can.
I raised you to be
what kind of person?
Like a little girl,
I responded...
the kind that can.
Exactly..
I will show you how
to go to the bathroom
and make your lunch
today.
Now that you are
blind..
She started laughing.
What are you laughing
at ? I said wiping my tears.
The bathroom.
One blind lady, Leading
another blind lady
to the bathroom.
Oh, crap I said.
Exactly..my mom said.
And we both started to
laugh.
Those couple days,
I just learned how to
do things differently.
Now...
Close your eyes.
See the darkness.
imagine having to
live your life
like that instantly.
I did.
Scary and lonely.
When my sight came back
in my eyes.
Grateful.
Your life could
change quickly
and drastically.
How you handle
those things..
depends on you.
Seeing is Believing.