Who sinned this man or his parents?
Do they think I can’t hear them?
I’m blind, not deaf. With all their laughing and talking and commenting on every last tree and stone and person, I heard them coming for the last 15 minutes. There must be at least a dozen people, men and women, in this group. I wonder where they are going.
I hope they toss a few coins my way so I can buy some bread today.
If they bothered to ask, to speak to me like a human being, I would have told them that I was born this way.
But no, they just assume that there’s something deeply wrong with me because I’m blind. Because the only way I can support myself is to sit here at the side of the road, all day, every day, in the sun, begging for kindness of people who would rather I disappear.