I totally agree on that one.
Vicki


----- Original Message -----
From: Brad Dunse <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask]
Date: Thursday, April 3, 2014 11:29 am
Subject: Re: Just how many times, to say I'm' blind

>
>
> 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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As Always, Vicki
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