One afternoon, I toured an art museum while waiting for my husband to finish a business meeting. I was looking forward to a quiet view of the art works.
A young couple viewing the paintings ahead of me chatted, non-stop between, themselves. I watched them a moment and decided the wife was doing all the, talk. I admired the husband's patience for putting up with, her continuous talk. Distracted(分心的) by their noise, I moved on.
I met with them several times as I moved through the different rooms of art. Each time I heard her constant(持续不断的) burst of words. I moved away quickly.
I was standing at the counter of the museum gift shop making a purchase(购买) when the couple came near to the exit. Before they left, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a white object. He extended (伸长) it into a long stick and then tapped his way into the coatroom to get his wife's jacket.
"He's a brave man," the clerk at the counter said. "Most of us would give up if we were blinded at such a young age. During his recovery(恢复) he made a promise that his life wouldn't change. So, as before, he and his wife come in whenever there's a new art show. "
"But what does he get out of the art?" I asked. "He can't see!"
"Can't see? You're wrong. He sees a lot, more than you or I do," the clerk said. "His wife describes each painting so he can see it in his head."
I learned something about patience, courage and love that day. I saw the patience of a young wife describing paintings to a person without sight and the courage of a husband who would not allow blindness to change his life. And I saw the love shared by two people as I watched this couple walk away hand in hand.
