A couple of years ago, when Savvy was a baby, she and I were on the porch one morning playing and eating breakfast. At one point, a man with a white cane walked by our house, and it was clear that he was visually impaired. I said good morning to him, and he said hello back.
He walked a little farther, and then paused, looked back toward our house, and called out, “Hey! Where am I? Like what street?”
I said, “You’re on the 500 block of Orchard Street!”*
He said thanks and then continued on his way. I watched him continue walking until he turned the corner.
I wondered if I could ever be so brave as to go on a walk without being able to see where I was going.
I remembered that it’s good to ask where we are when we aren’t sure. My family, my friends, my church, scripture, singing old hymns, being quiet. All of these things help me find my bearings when my soul is forgetful.
I didn’t need to go on a blind walk that day, but I needed to be brave in other ways that daily life requires of us. I’m so glad he left his house that morning. His bravery gave me courage and has helped me be brave on more than one occasion.
*not our actual address because #internetweirdos
An inspiring story, Laura, and well told. Thanks for sharing it.