An elderly lady who didn't know me nor Evie had introduced herself to us when we met her in a public setting. She then looked at me and leaned in..."What's wrong with her eyes?" she asked me under her breath.
I said, "Oh, she's legally blind, but you can't really tell, can you?" I smiled.
The woman gave that type of scowl or pursed lips you see when someone eats a lemon. "What a shame..." she said.
Instantly, that struck a chord with me...a chord of discontent. (The first thing I wanted to say was, "Well, she might be blind, but she can still hear!!!) I replied, "Well, don't let Evie know that, she's doesn't realize she's at a disadvantage. She misses out on nothing in life, and is one of the happiest children you'd ever meet."
The woman looked at me, a little stunned. She said, "Well, good." But, then the shadow fell over her face again. "Just," she continued, "well, I guess they must have gotten to her eyes too late. Not able to do anything for her?"
I took a breath...this Debbie Downer was starting to grate on me. "Actually she had 3 surgeries in her first year of life. The glaucoma won in her left eye eventually, but her other eye is working hard for her. She walks with a cane and is learning braille. If you saw her on a playground, you'd never know she was blind."
I had to get away from this conversation, I was about ready to ask the lady how she made it through life this long (she herself was walking with a cane to keep herself upright)~how can you make it that long if you believe any obstacle that falls in your path is a "shame?"
Here's the definition of Shame from dictionary.com
1. the painful feeling arising from the consciousness of something dishonorable, improper, ridiculous, etc., done by oneself or another: She was overcome with shame.