I was just highly amused by his persistence. I probably get way more
irritated if someone happens to feel the need to grab my arm and try to walk
me somewhere. That tends to hack me off pretty immediately, 

though I restrain my full emotion, I sure make it known it's totally not
cool to do that. 

One thing I've noticed about people doing that, and it seems to be very true
just about anywhere, any time.

If one carries themselves in a doubtful manner, or like I was when this lady
felt the need to help me in a door; I had just pulled out my back and was
moving a bit slow and limping. I'm sure I looked like a real pathetic thing
hobbling to the door.

Normally I walk purposeful and confident and people just leave you alone.
Half the time most don't even notice much. 

But if you appear lost, or in my case, lame, out pops the heroism to safely
guide the blind wounded ship into port.

Brad

----Original Message-----
From: The Electronic Church [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
Behalf Of Vicki
Sent: Wednesday, April 02, 2014 6:55 PM
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: Just how many times, to say I'm' blind

Oh my goodness Brad.  Good thing you didn't just bonk him. Maybe he didn't
believe real blind people actually existed. That pretty much takes the cake.
Good for you for resisting the temptation and being so patient.

 

> 
> At 09:55 PM 4/1/2014, you wrote:
> >Walking into a facility this morning where I service vending 
> >machines, I went tap, tap, tapping in with my cane.
> >
> >This gentleman asked, "What's that all about?"
> >
> >Puzzled, I stood for a second realizing he was talking to me, I 
> >looked straight at him, held out my cane, and said, "What, this?"
> >
> >"Yeah," he said, "What's that about?"
> >
> >"I can't see." I told him.
> >
> >I got no response.
> >
> >"I'm blind." I smiled and kind of chuckled.
> >
> >"You're inclined to be blind?" He asked.
> >
> >"What? No." I blurted.
> >
> >Smiling huge now at that little rhyming, whatever it was, statement, 
> >"No, I am blind," I chuckled some more. "I can't' see you standing 
> >there even. This is my cane."
> >
> >"Why doesn't it have a red tip on it then?" he asked with an accusative
> tone.
> >Mouth hanging in a toothy sort of, "I can't believe this guy," kind 
> >of thing; I collapsed the telescoping cane, shoved it in my back 
> >pocket like I always do, stood in front of the first machine with 
> >keys in hand and squared my face at him and said, "Well? To tell you 
> >the truth I don't know. I didn't' even know it didn't have a red tip 
> >on it. I can't even see you standing there."
> >
> >"Did you drive here?" he persisted.
> >
> >Okay, I'm really holding off a belly laugh now. I just told him 
> >three-times in a row I was blind plus two-times I couldn't even see 
> >him standing there, and he thinks I drove to the rest area.
> >
> >I should have just put my finger across my lips in a shhhhhh 
> >gesture, waved him over in a conspiratorial manner, displayed the 
> >scrape marks on the metal cane tip, and whispered to him a trumped 
> >up story about how they are from the highway as my cane wagged out 
> >in front of the car going down the highway, but I figured I'd be nice.
> >
> >"No, I'm blind." I repeated for the sixth time.
> >
> >"Well, how did you get here then?" He continued with a doubting tone.
> >
> >While inserting a key into the first machine I looked at him, nodded 
> >towards the door, and said, "My wife out there."
> >
> >"Oh so you take care of these machines then." He keenly noticed.
> >
> >"Yeah, I do." I confirmed as I twisted the lock on a machine.
> >
> >"Then you must see pretty good." He continued his doubting.
> >
> >"Umm. No, not really," I repeated
> >
> >"Then how do you know where the machines are?" He continued.
> >
> >"Well, lots of memory and I can see some light." I muddled with boredom.
> >
> >About that time my wife walked in puzzled from hearing half of the 
> >conversation, and the guy must had finally given up and left.
> >
> >I guess he wasn't satisfied until he saw I was telling the truth 
> >about my wife being with me.
> >
> >While I'm glad I can go about my day without people really seeing 
> >blindness as a barrier or whatever, if I wasn't so amused, I'd 
> >probably had been irked at his doubt of my answers to his repeated
> question.
> >
> >How many times did he need me to tell him I was blind, couldn't see 
> >him standing there, and that's' pretty much it.
> >
> >How patient must God be to put up with my own barrage of questions 
> >at times, continual prayers for help, or seeking wisdom in a situation?
> >
> >Sometimes I wonder if I'm like that doubting man not willing to take 
> >yes for an answer, not listening to what God is saying.
> >
> >This morning was a good reminder for me to look deeper than the 
> >surface of a situation, look at what God is speaking to our hearts 
> >and not the outside appearance or circumstances surrounding a situation.
> >
> >The enemy likes to put outside baggage, influences, and deviations 
> >in our path while looking for the truth in a situation; but 
> >thankfully God speaks directly to our heart through His still small 
> >voice of truth that is louder than the deafening clatter of life's 
> >carnival; if that is, we are willing to hear it.
> >
> >Brad

As Always, Vicki
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