senses: and a sense of being over blessed.

"What would you rather lose, your hearing or your vision?" Monica W asked this question this summer whenever she was bored and each time I'd answer, 'my vision'; I'd still respond the same. As I began losing vision in my left eye this past week, this question kept resounding in my mind.

Sounds are my solace and refuge. Last night a friend read to me; two nights prior a friend and I jammed on our guitars--I did these things with eyes closed, and sometimes you just close your eyes to appreciate what sound can offer.

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When I was a child I'd walk around my house with a blanket over my head at night attempting to walk back to my bedroom without looking. I thought if I were blind, would I be able to get around?

Though I have my right eye, I've found it difficult to use in bright lighting. My right doesn't like to open if my left doesn't open. Outdoors in daylight is the worst; I walk outside and my eyes wince at the brightness, so I walk with both eyes closed opening once in a while to make sure I don't trip. I walk out of my apartment building and count my steps down the sidewalk to see if I could manage ever being blind.

I am extremely blessed. I have two eyes, two ears, two legs, two arms...and so much more. Have you ever just thanked God for the ability to hear and listen to the soul fulfilling sounds of music? Have you ever thanked God for the blessing of taste buds to taste the salty-sweet-spicy-sour-bitter-wonder of food.

As my eye was being injected with antibiotics I felt the blessing and curse of feeling. As the pain of a needle being inserted in my eye surged through my body, I held tightly to the comforting hand of a woman I didn't even know very well. Pain sucks, but hugs and the moments when someone just holds you simply feed your soul.

Right now, I just feel amazingly blessed. My eye seems to be recovering, and my music is playing as I type with this one eye. I know I am loved.

I woke up yesterday, and my favorite pizza-flavored PRETZ sticks were sitting beside me with a note telling me that a jelly drink awaited me in the fridge. and oh my goodness....I love snackage!....and I loveee jelly drinks! I love jello!

The door rang, and a neighbor brought me a can of soup and a room key to use her phone to call my family. Before noon, I got a phone call with an offer to bring me lunch. Then I received another call to order anything I'd like to eat. At noon, the principal and vice principal arrived with my lunch and said a prayer for me.
I am truly deeply blessed.
MAD blessed.
Madly loved.
much too blessed.