One day I visited an art museum while waiting for my husband to finish a business meeting.I was expecting a quiet 1 of the splendid artwork.
A young 2 viewing the paintings ahead of me 3 nonstop between themselves.I watched them a moment and decided the lady was doing all the talking.I admired the man's 4 for putting up with her 5 stream of words. 6 by their noise, I moved on.
I met them several times as I moved 7 the various rooms of art.Each time I heard her continuous flow of words, I moved away 8 .
I was standing at the counter of the museum gift shop making a 9 when the couple approached the 10 .Before they left, the man 11 into his pocket and pulled out a white object.He 12 it into a long stick and then tapped his way into the 13 to get his wife's jacket.
"He's a 14 man." the clerk at the counter said."Most of us would give up if we were blinded at such a young age.During his recovery, he made a promise his life wouldn't change.
So, as before, he and his wife come in 15 there is a new art show."
"But what does he get out of the art?" I asked."He can't see."
"Can't see! You're 16 .He sees a lot.More than you and I do," the clerk said."His wife 17 each painting so he can see it in his head."
I learned something about patience, 18 and love that day.I saw the patience of a young wife describing paintings to a person without 19 and the courage of a husband who would not 20 blindness to change his life.And I saw the love shared by two people as I watched this couple walk away, hand in hand.