THE BUS PASSENGER
July 2, 1999

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, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down
the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then 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.
Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was
suddenly 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. When
she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and 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 take the bus, but was now too
frightened 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.
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'd 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, his love. She
said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways.
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday... 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
for 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 gentleman 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 you 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.
--- Author Unknown --- Sent in by Sharon Pires --- India
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