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As we approach the ticket office we realise that the man in front with the white stick is standing at the wrong window because the blind is down. He is not aware of this because he is visually impaired.
stop right there...
don't feel sorry for him...
this story has a happy ending...
We help him find the correct window and when the lady at the till sees him she smiles and greets him like a friend.
"Hello! I haven't seen you for a long time!"
"Hello Fatima I have some good news...
I have been allocated a guide dog!
I went to be introduced to Eddie last week...
he has a cold wet nose at one end
and a waggy tail at the other.
I think that he will bring me here at Mach3."
His happiness is infectious and we are all smiling. Fatima sells us our tickets and then closes the ticket office and escorts him to the platform.
It is a good start to the day.
It is a good start to the day.
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12 comments:
What an excellent description of a dog! It made me smile.
Okay, I didn't feel sorry for him but it's still a story to bring a tear to one's eye.
Lovely lovely story. Made me smile too.
Oh how lovely. Hopefully you'll be seeing Eddie at the station soon, too.
K x
And now you'll see him all the time, I'll bet.
Good work!
Made my day.
A young blind man has recently moved into my suburb, and I saw him a few weeks ago with his guide dog. They were slowly walking up and down the beach promenade with an elderly man and young woman following behind and helping with occasional instructions. I guessed they were his father and the instructor.
Then, last week, my dad told me that he saw the young man and his trusty dog companion walk by themselves along the beach and stop at the bus-stop, then they got on the bus.
It made me so happy, and now reading your words I feel so joyful again. Thanks Alice.
Reminds me of the story of the blind man who did not have a guide dog. When people insisted on helping him off the train he would leave it thirty seconds and suddenly shout, "Oh my God, you've left the dog on the train !" and then listen for their reaction.
Eddie did seem a jolly type this morning
Sometimes those overheard conversations are the very best.
Dear MrM
Eddie was name of the dog
not the name of the man.
Luv MrsM
I fear my listening skills need some work on them - at least I think that's what MrsM tells me or something like that ...
My heart always feels better when I hear a story like this.
Oh, this is good.
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