Alisson Sorto
Yesterday, I got new glasses. My old ones were scratched and creaky and didn’t work well anymore. My new glasses are amazing. They take a while to get accustomed to, so everything looked funny when I first put them on. My mom recommended we go out to get used to them. By then, the moon was out and the stars were out. I had my head down in the car, glued at my phone. When I got out of the car, it was beautiful. It was a Home Depot parking lot, but it was beautiful and so clear, the stars were so bright and the many light posts made the cars glow and even the big orange sign looked beautiful under the moon. I don’t even like orange, but my new glasses made it beautiful.
We never appreciate the world around us, nor the fact that we can see it. I experienced watching someone go blind and how scared he was. It scared me too and seeing him trip and having to care for him scared me most. Seeing the giant orange sign made me remember that scene. I wonder how we become so ungrateful for our sight, even the person that went blind groaned about it, “When we can see, nothing is appreciated until it is taken.” My mother and I picked him up from each hospital visit, each time with a frog in our throat as he was scared to even walk. I think, “How do I help?” and, “Is it painful?” He will not know about the bright orange sign or the glowing cars, so I get desperate to let him know how beautiful it was, but he can’t SEE. I get angry with myself because I can’t help, and he’s not the only one. What about the babies? What about the teens just starting life? What about all the people who can’t afford to see what I saw?
