I was having coffee at my local café the other day. And a blind lady was playing a keyboard and singing (or sometimes playing the flute instead of singing, with the keyboard doing background) a few shops up. I learnt a big lesson. I was half considering giving this to her (with coins I gave her) until the second paragraph…
People just walk past and stare. Each of them with money to spare. What is wrong with them? Can’t they see, can’t they hear the beauty that you give. I want to cry for you, for the way they mistreat you. What is wrong with this world that they can’t share their money with one who shares her heart. In the world’s view you may not be beautiful to the eye but your music is beautiful to the core. How are you and I different? If that were me what would people do?
I want to run up and hug her, thank her on your behalf, for giving that which so many others should have given. A girl that five minutes ago I criticized on the way she looked. How ironic. What a lesson to be learnt… I am no better than the rest of them…