Lessons Learned
The
Lesson of Green
There
were so many things I had wondered about blindness and deafness, and not simply
the sterile, scientific, factual ramifications, symptoms, or causes of these
particular special needs, for infinite pages of information about and research
concerning blindness and deafness were readily available; undoubtedly enough
material to support a lifetime of articles to be written. No, I wondered about
the feelings associated with the everyday, ordinary, walking-through-life
experience of being blind and/or being deaf. Was the silent, dark world
sad or lonely or scary? Do you imagine sounds? What would you imagine spring to
sound like? In your imagination, do you see pictures? Colors? My dear
blind-deaf friend, who taught me more than most of my college textbooks, welcomed
these sorts of questions driven by curiosity and an earnest desire to
understand and be sensitive. He frequently chuckled at the endless stream of
questions that I would clumsily fingerspell into his hand. He was
pursuing a PhD in Computer Science and was the first true genius I had ever
met. One day, in the midst of transcribing a textbook to braille, which was
always an excellent time for listening to him explain his thoughts, ideas, and
feelings, I asked my friend, “What is your favorite color?” His instantaneous
response was, “Green.” There was not a moment’s thought. There was no pensive
pause for contemplation. Just an automatic, “Green.” He had obviously
considered this before and confidently trumpeted his answer. How? and why? were
my knee-jerk responses. His beautiful response was one I will never forget.
He smiled as his soft, clear voice replied, “I know that green is the
color of living things. Living things are hopeful and fresh and lovely. Because
of that knowledge, I am certain that green is a color that I would love.”
There was always something ever-optimistic, ever-hopeful, and
ever-believing about my most amazing friend. In his silent, dark world, he
ceaselessly pursued learning, service to others, and joy. In his silent, dark
world, he chose possibility and promise and fully discarded self-pity and
self-doubt. He believed. He knew hope. He trusted in the goodness of those
around him and generously gave of the greatness that was in him. In his silent,
dark world, he heard life’s music and saw the light. He taught me.
Who am I
teaching today and what? How about you?
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