After driving for the last two and a half hours in miserable traffic, we were stuck at what seemed to be the never-changing traffic light. I was in a bit of a daze, staring blankly out the window. Something moving much slower than the other objects on the sidewalk caught my eye. It was a blind man taking very small steps while trying to unfold his cane. He had apparently stepped out of one of the shops lining the sidewalk. He was pretty close to where the sidewalk ended on a side street. Luckily for him the sidewalk was pretty even and without holes where he was walking. He stopped, fumbling with his cane. A well-intentioned bystander took him by the elbow and guided him off the sidewalk onto the side street.
Nevertheless, our blind man was still fumbling with his cane and slowly moving toward the stopped motorcyclist who was engrossed in his cell phone. He got the cane unfolded when he was within arm’s length of the motorcyclist who looked up at the same time and warned him to stop. Cell phone motorcyclist pushed his bike forward and got out of his path. Now the motocross rider, who had stopped a few yards away, was looking over his shoulder and talking to the blind man. The blind man answered and then walked toward the rider. At this point my curiosity was seriously peaked. Did the rider insult the blind man and was the blind man going to hit the rider?
Next thing I know, the blind man was sitting on the back of the motorcycle and the racer was sedately merging with traffic. Was it guilt or was he just a nice guy? I will never know but I do know this - I was much more appreciative of my chauffer-driven, air-conditioned car than I was the 30 seconds prior to that incident, and I continue to be. Hats off to the handicapped people everywhere who try, but especially to the blind in India!
|Big drop-off on the sidewalk.|
|On the walk home from the bus - "perfect place to hide a body"
according to the kids in our group