Now, you might assume that one of the fringe benefits of blindness is that I can’t tell when I’m having a bad hair day. Not so! I don’t have to see my hair in the mirror to know that it looks ugly—I can feel it!
And, as I was preparing to speak at a local women’s event one day, I was feeling it! I knew my hair looked bad.
I once made the world’s worst casserole.
Oh, girl, I am not exaggerating! The recipe called for milk, but I ran out and used buttermilk instead. Bad idea.
But, my sweet family tried to be so mannerly and gracious as they swallowed each sour, sticky bite! After all, it was Christmas Eve and they were on their best holiday behavior.
“What is that on your arm?” gasped Kim, my faithful nail tech for the past ten years. “I’ve never seen it before. You need to get that looked at!”
I had no idea what Kim was talking about, so I asked.
“A mole. Feel it!” she said, as she took my free hand and dragged my finger across the top of a tiny, bumpy mass. “It’s irregular in shape. I know that isn’t good.”
When my son, Connor, was little, he had a new balloon which he insisted on taking outside.
“Connor,” I told him, “if we take the balloon out in the backyard it will probably pop.”
But he would not relent, so out we went.
He swept the brightly colored balloon up into the air, and it slowly glided downward. He caught it and repeated the motion several times.
I used to have a guide dog named William. And, one Sunday morning, after I’d had William for several months, we sat attentively in my Bible study group.
Well, at least … I sat attentively … kind of.
It was awfully hard because William’s attention was riveted by a grasshopper that had made its way into our room via an open door.
William was determined to catch that critter—even if he had to knock over a stack of Bibles and three Baptists in the process! He slapped his paws forward and jerked his head in pursuit.