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It rained so hard tonight. I could feel the wind piercing
through my ribs.
A rainy Christmas eve. It just made me feel sadder and
lonelier. It had rained the day he was buried into the
ground and I had cried just like now. I was attracted to
this cheerful guy when I first started helping out in the
'Home for the Disabled' three years back. He was a very
special guy who was almost perfect if not for his eyes. He
was blind. He became blind when he was 8.He got the high
fever then and the doctors could do nothing. He lost his
sight as a result.
He told me he didn't really mind not being able to see
because he could always touch and feel things we normal
beings weren't able to. I was really touched by his
optimism. Even though he was blind, his eyes were the most
soulful eyes that I had ever seen. He was extremely helpful
towards others and always did his best to give others what
he could. He showered his love lavishly on everyone he knew.
He was like an angel. He had a kind and unselfish heart. He
gave half of what he earned to charity and he would help out
at the 'Home' almost everyday.
Whenever we were free from tending to the people at the
'Home', we would talk to one another for a long time. He
talked about God a lot and how blessed was he to have found
joy in the Lord. He didn't blame God for any misfortunes
that had befallen on him. He said the Lord had his reasons
for not giving him sight and he didn't blame God for the
fact that his parent got killed in an accident when he was
barely 12.
I felt somewhat ashamed when I heard his words since I had
always blamed God for not giving me a prettier face. I bore
a grudge against God for not giving this wonderful angel His
fullest blessings. I thought that God was unfair to him for
taking ,apart from his sight, his loved ones away from him.
I felt that he truly deserved more.
Luke and I were completely different from one another. He
was an optimist and I was a pessimist. He could overlook
flaws easily while I would always pick at others' faults.
However we did have one thing in common. We both had an
undying passion for astronomy. He told me he still
remembered how lovely the stars had looked like before he
became blind. And how his dad used to tell him about stars,
black holes and space before God took him away to Heaven.
One thing he didn't know was that I was silently crying for
him all the time while he talked. I knew then that I loved
him more than I could ever loved anyone.
Luke and I had been together for almost two years. We could
hardly bear to be away from one another for less than half a
day. We spent most of our time helping out at the 'Home' and
'watching' the stars at a pasture near it. I would tell him
the names and shapes of the constellations that appeared in
the skies and he would listen carefully with a smile on his
face. It seemed like he saw the stars that I told him,
behind those soulful eyes that could never see the art of
God.
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