The Blind Can See

I was standing at the bus stop, waiting for the Vancouver bus, when an elderly gentleman got off one of the busses passing by and hobbled under the bus shelter. The man was old--but not that old--a little slow, and seemed shaky. Within seconds of seeing this man, I had judged him and formed a picture of him in my mind.

Now I'm sitting on the bus, on my way downtown. A middle aged lady gets on the bus, along with her seeing-eye dog. The bus driver seats her just in front of me in the handicap section. She's sitting beside the shaky old man.

Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be blind.

Soon enough, the shaky man and the blind lady started chatting.

To the blind lady, the man was just another voice in a sea of dark: no judgement, no prejudice.

Perhaps it's the blind who truly see - they see humans as humans, not as shaky old men.