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Sunday, November 29, 2009

seeing eyes

I was sitting near a blind man today, keeping an eye on his guide dog. It was a lovely black Labrador with glossy coat and gentle eyes, and it sat quietly waiting by the man's feet. I was so taken with the dog I kept looking back to it again and again. Slowly it dawned on me that the blind man could not do what I was doing - admire the physical beauty of the animal. He could experience its great skill in seeing for him and guiding him in life, but he could not sit and gaze at it and experience that glossy coat and those talking eyes.

I felt very sad.

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