One of the blind, who has been living with a guide dog for several years, told me his story. He told me in a fit of frankness, not expecting it to be published. When, after some time, I asked for permission to print his story, he first refused. But, after thinking, he changed his mind. He said that he would be glad if his story supports someone in a difficult moment. He asked me not to mention his name and change the dog’s nickname. If anyone himself guesses – it’s not scary, but on purpose – it’s not necessary. I fulfilled this condition.
“I was blind when I was thirty years old. I had a profession, a good job and a family. At the factory where I worked, there was an accident, an explosion. My face and hands were burned. Most importantly, my eyes. I don’t remember the hospital, I was in I don’t want to remember, it’s not enough good. Bandages on my face, Continue reading