Today while I was shopping I spotted the frail-looking old man dressed in a suit and trying to lift a bag of dog food down from a top shelf. He pulled it close enough to peer at it, his eyes only a few inches from the bag. After the close inspection, he shoved the bag back into place, and felt his way further down the isle. He fumbled another bag part way off the top shelf, again looked at it very closely, then let it tumble into his cart.
He apparently didn’t need any help.
I saw him again at the frozen veggies, repeating the same technique, pulling first one bag out, pulling it next to his nose, reading carefully, putting it back, fumbling a few inches down the freezer case, selecting another bag, pulling it close enough for him to read, dropping it in cart.
And I knew again I love my town, a town with few enough cars that an old, blind man can safely drive himself around.
Don’t ask me the name of my town. Though you would probably love it as much as I do, we’ll all be better off if you stay right where you are.
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I want to hug him.
Awww. I lived in Gulfport many years ago and there was an old man like that with coke bottle bottomed glasses who I used to push the buttons for on the drink machine. I always cringed as he pulled in in front of the building wondering HOW he could drive.
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