Today I saw a blind girl counting change.
She had lined all of the coins up neatly on the table, and picked them up one by one, turning them over carefully in her hand.  I stood there for a few moments and silently observed.  She sat alone, but she seemed content- slowly, blindly, counting change.  It is moments like these when I realize that I take life for granted.  I walked away humbled and grateful for her, and the perspective she gave me.  I realized that I was the blind one.
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