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Someone to Watch Over Me
The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with
the white cane made her way carefully up the steps.  She paid the driver and sat down
in the handicapped seat at the front of the bus.  She settled in, placed her briefcase on her
lap and rested her cane against her leg.
   It had been a year since Susan, thirty-four, became blind.  Since then she had been
thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity.  Once a fiercely
independent woman, Susan now felt condemned by this terrible twist of fate to become
a powerless, helpless burden on everyone around her.  "How could this have happened
to me?" she would plead, her heart knotted with anger.  But no matter how much she
cried or ranted or prayed, she knew the painful truth - her sight was never going to return.
   A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit.  Just getting through
each day was an exercise in frustration and exhaustion.  And all she had to cling to was
her husband, Mark.
   Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all of his heart.  He was
determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become
independent again.  Mark's military background had trained him well to deal with
sensitive situations, and yet he knew this was the most difficult battle he would ever
face.
   Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there?  She
used to get around the city by herself.  Mark volunteered to drive her to work each
day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city.  At first, this comforted
Susan and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about
performing the slightest task.  Soon, however, Mark realized that this arrangement wasn't
working - it was hectic, and costly.  Susan is going to have to start taking the bus
again, he admitted to himself.  But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him
cringe.  She was still so fragile, so angry.  How would she react?
   Just as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I'm
blind!" she responded bitterly.  "How am I supposed to know where I'm going?  I feel
like you're abandoning me."
   Mark's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done.  He
promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as
long as it took, until she got the hang of it.
   And that is exactly what happened.  For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and
all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day.  He taught her how to rely on her
other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to
her new environment.  He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out
for her, and save her a seat.  He made her laugh, even on those not-so-good days when
she would trip exiting the bus, or drop her briefcase full of papers on the aisle floor.
   Each morning they made the journey together, and Mark would take a cab back to his
office.  Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one,
Mark knew it was only a matter of time before Susan would be able to ride the bus on
her own.  He believed in her, in the Susan he used to know before she lost her sight, who
wasn't afraid of any challenge and who would never, ever quit.
   Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own.  Monday morning
arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding
companion, her husband, and her best friend.  Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his
loyalty, his patience, and his love.  She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went
their separate ways.
   Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better.  She was doing it!
She was going to work all by herself.
   On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual.  As she was paying her fare
to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure envy you."
   Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not.  After all, who on earth would
ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year.
Curious, she asked the driver, "Why do you say that you envy me?"
   The driver responded, "It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are."
   Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, and asked again, "What do you mean?"
   The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking
gentlemen in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you
get off the bus.  He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches until you enter
your office building.  Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away.
You are one lucky lady."
   Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks.  For although she couldn't physically see
him, she had always felt Mark's presence.  She was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a
gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that
can bring light where there had been darkness.

                                                                      
                     ~ by Sharon Wajda
This story was taken from
Chicken Soup for the Couple's Soul...
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