Miranda: English II, Section F

Now I have one eye and I am sad that I ever took for granted having two. Now I am lucky to have one…to see the beauties of the world with one eye, when some have none. Some can only be told about a red–orange sunset, and a huge waterfall cascading down, down. So beautiful, they cannot see it. But they can hear it like no one else can, the loud rush of water against the smooth rocks at the bottom, rounded by the cool water. Yes, they can hear like we cannot, like we will never be able to. Oh, but we can see. We can see a starry night, we can see a calm lake, we can see the trees swish back and forth in the wind. We can feel, but they can feel better. They can feel the cool breeze on their face and know if the wind is happy. They can feel the smoothness of a rock, the cool water on their hot, sweaty, hands. They can feel everything, so much that we cannot feel. But they cannot feel something that they do not see. A warm blanket up on the tippy top of a shelf, they cannot see it, so they cannot feel it when they are shivering with cold. But I can help them because I have one eye and I can see that they are shivering and I can see where the blanket is on the tippy top of the shelf. I can see the tears streaming down his face, they cannot see them, maybe he hides them from them, but he cannot hide them from me because I have one eye and I can see those tears. I can see art, I can see soccer, I can see happiness, I can see sadness and sorrow, and forgiveness, even though I cry every night, I can see forgiveness. We can feel happiness together, everyone can feel happiness. Sometimes you don’t even know why you feel it, but everyone can feel happiness. And you can hear. Oh you can hear the loons cooing in on a calm canoe ride, and Chippy the chipmunk bright and early in the morning, and Uncle Michael saying: “Co-ed Swim!”. You don’t need eyes to hear that. And you can smell, oh the smells. The smell of the pine forest, and fresh baked bluberry pie, and the breeze on the lake, so relaxing, you can smell it. The smell of the trails, and the dirt skidding under your feet, but you don’t fall, because I’ll catch you. I’ll always be there to catch you. And I’ll be your eyes too, if you want.