The passengers watched sympathetically as the young woman with the white stick made her way carefully up the steps of the bus. She paid the driver and used her hands to feel for a seat. Then, she sat down with the stick resting against her leg.
It had been a year since Misha, thirty-four, became blind. Because of a medical problem, she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness. Misha, who was once an independent woman, felt condemned to be a burden on everyone around her. All she had to cling to was her husband, Malik, an army officer who loved her dearly.
When Misha first lose her sight, she sank into despair, but Malik was determined to help her become independent again. After a few months, she was finally ready to return her job. She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. So, how would she get there? Malik volunteered to drive her to work each day, even through they worked opposite ends of the city.
At first, this comforted Misha and fulfilled Malik's need to protect his wife, who had lost confidence in doing even the simplest task. Soon, however, this transport arrangement was becoming too tiring for him. He realised that she would have to start taking the bus again, but just the thought for mentioning this to her upset him. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react?
Just as Malik had expected, Misha was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. Her heart was full of anger. "How can you do this to me? I am blind!" she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel as if you are abandoning me. Don't you love me anymore?"
Malik's heart broke when he heard those words, but he knew what he had to do. He promised her that, each morning and evening, he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took for her to get used to ti. And that was exactly what happened. For two whole weeks, Malik, in full military uniform, accompanied Misha to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses, especially her hearing, and how to adapt to her new situation.
Malik helped her make friends with the bus drivers, who would watch out for her. They even saved her a seat. Malik made her laugh, even on those bad days when she tripped as she left the bus or dropped her briefcase. Each morning, they made the journey together and Malik would take a taxi back to his office. Although this routine was even more expensive and more tiring than the previous one, he knew it was just a matter of time before she would be able to ride the bus on her own. He believed in her, in the Misha be used to know, who was not afraid of any challenges and who would never, ever quit.
Indeed, she soon became confident enough to start travelling on her own. One day, as she was about to get off the bus, the driver said, "Madam, I really envy you. It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are."
Misha had no idea what the driver was talking about, and asked, "What do you mean?"
The driver answered, "You know, every morning, a gentleman in a military uniform stands on the other side of the road watching you as you leave the bus. He makes sure you cross the road safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss and walks away. You are a fortunate woman."
Tears of happiness flowed down her cheeks. Although she could not see her husband, she had always felt his presence. Misha was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she did not need to see to believe — a gift of love that can bring light where there has been darkness.
(Adapted from www.ezsoftech.com/stories)
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*这是补习的时候一篇很有意思的文章，就打上来分享了。（自己打的啊，因为那个网太乱了，都找不到）
也绝对不是个人创作。
要我写英文作文？直接杀了我比较快。
而最近我呢，真是超级悠哉的，考完试后超放松！
几乎天天都在上网，还迷上了一个叫《弹弹堂》的网上游戏。
人物超可爱，游戏也很好玩。大推啊～
不过我玩的这个是中国的服务器。
如果大家介意的话，可以通过面子书进入新马的服务器～
面子书上的：弹弹堂 （点击左侧的“弹弹堂”）
点击图片下的“访问应用程序”即可体验无限的乐趣！
（怎么感觉我像是在打广告啊。。）
中国服务器。：弹弹堂 （点击左侧的“弹弹堂”）
如果用中国服务器的就来加我好友吧！名字是“慧晶”
gogogo～！！
