Supposedly GoodA Story by justdandyOne eye, two eye, no eye. Once an old lady from Church told me that I am blessed. She said that I could play the violin, that I could sing, that my voice was beautiful. "And with all of this," she said, "You can praise our God." Once a little girl from Sunday School sat on my lap. She said that I smile a lot, that I am fun and funny, that I am nice. "Because of this," she said, "you would make a perfect Sunday School teacher." Once my Daddy told me that I am good with numbers, that I am good in plotting graphs, that I am good at math. "That is why," he said, "you will become an engineer." Once when I was playing my violin, my grandma said that whenever she hears me play, her heart stops, her soul is lifted. And because of this she said, "Please become a music teacher." Once in 4th grade, my teacher announced that I won the writing contest, that my piece was spectacular, that I was a good writer. And with this she added, "You can become an author." But I don't see these things that apparently I am good at. I actually don't see at all. Because I am blind. © 2016 justdandyFeatured Review
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