{"id":57,"date":"2017-05-30T00:31:17","date_gmt":"2017-05-30T04:31:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mendingmisconceptions.com\/?p=57"},"modified":"2017-05-30T00:31:17","modified_gmt":"2017-05-30T04:31:17","slug":"you-have-a-lovely-face","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lilymordaunt.com\/?p=57","title":{"rendered":"You Have A Lovely face"},"content":{"rendered":"

This was originally posted on July 1, 2015 at 307 AM on blogger.com<\/a><\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

A few hours after the events in the Blind bitch<\/a> post,  I\u2019m on the train, on my way home.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve just walked onto the train, and have deliberately bumped some one with my cane to see if she\u2019ll offer me a seat. It\u2019s always interesting to see if people will offer or just ignore me (whether or not I intend to accept). \u2026 don’t judge me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou want to sit?\u201d The voice sounded old, had an accent, and was coming from behind me.<\/p>\n

I turned around.<\/p>\n

\u201cMe?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. There\u2019s a seat here.\u201d<\/p>\n

I walked forward.<\/p>\n

\u201cRight at the corner.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHere?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I settled in. And began to fold my cane.<\/p>\n

The woman seated beside me began talking to the woman in front of us. She was talking about how advanced technology is now. The canes can fold. And something about iPods and iPhones in her day.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you with her?\u201d She asked another woman standing in front of, and a little to the side of me.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh. She needs someone with her. An aid.\u201d<\/p>\n

I think this was the second time I\u2019ve heard someone say that about me. Why? I\u2019m not disturbing you in my blindness.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can see?\u201d<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a stop or two later and I assumed that the lady beside me is now talking to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can see enough to get home?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. But it doesn\u2019t matter. Even if I couldn\u2019t see at all, I would be fine.\u201d The aid comment hadn\u2019t endeared her to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you can see a little?\u201d I say yeah again. \u201cYou can see out of both eyes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly a little out of one.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly a little out of one? Oh. I\u2019ll pray for you, okay? You know God works miracles.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy? God does everything for a reason. I\u2019m sure he has his reasons for making me this way.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know but we can still pray. You know He answers prayers and works miracles. He may not answer today, tomorrow, next week, next month, or even next year, but he does. So we can still pray.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what I spend most of my time doing, praying.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded and mumbled something.<\/p>\n

She then told me that this was the second time she was seeing me. I wondered, silently, of course, why I should care. But I continued mumbling things until she fell silent and I turned my music up a little higher.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is Utica, okay?”<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, thank you.\u201d I already knew which stop it was, but I figured it wasn’t that big a deal.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I\u2019ll pray for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo problem. You\u2019re a beautiful girl.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, you have a lovely face.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you.\u201d Jesus<\/i> I think. How many times am I going to thank her? \u201cHave a nice day.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, you too. Have a lovely evening.\u201d<\/p>\n

And she\u2019s gone.<\/p>\n

\u2026 What?<\/p>\n

To quote my peers, \u201cI literally can\u2019t even.\u201d<\/p>\n

PS. I\u2019m really excited that I did that link thing. You know, inserting the link to the other post?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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