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 wonderful works.
A young couple viewing the paintings ahead of me chatted1between themselves. I watched them a moment and 2she was doing all the talking. I admired his patience for3her constant words. Annoyed by their noise, I moved on. I encountered them several times as I moved through the various rooms of art. 4I heard her constant talking, I moved away quickly.
I was standing at the counter of the museum gift store making a5when the couple approached the exit. Before they left, the man 6into his pocket and pulled out a white object. He turned it into a long cane (手杖) and then fought his way7into the coatroom(储物柜) to get his wife's jacket.
"He's a8man," the clerk at the counter said, "Most of us would9if we were blinded at such a young age. During his recovery, he made a10that 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. 11than you or I do," the clerk said, "His wife12each painting so he can see it in his head."
I learned something about patience, courage and love that day. I saw the13of a young wife describing paintings to a person without 14and the courage of a husband who would not allow blindness to change his life. And I saw the love15by two people as I watched this couple walk away arm in arm.
