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Each person has a beat to them, a melody of music that I can identify.  Each person’s beat is accompanied by their words and actions, creating a song.  Each song is unique for that person.  I can tell who people are through their songs.  Songs are trustworthy.  Songs help me live.

That may only be because of my hearing that I can define these songs, to categorize them into tunes that help me live.  You see, I am blind.  I always have been, and according to the medical professionals out there, I always will be.  So the sounds in the world are categorized into things that I know and can work with.  Sounds are my life.  Sounds become songs which become my navigational charts.  Because otherwise, it is a sea of darkness out there.

That doesn’t mean that I am discredit my other senses.  I trust them as well.  But when sight is unavailable to you, and you were very congested as a child, hearing became the next best thing.  And that doesn’t mean I don’t also rely on my sense of smell and touch too, because now that I am older my congestion isn’t a problem anymore; it’s just that I rely on hearing the natural songs so that I may “see”.

That said, there is always a steady beating that I put out there into the world.  It is upon that “beat” that I produce from my cane that I may have a lifeline back to myself.  Otherwise, I am lost in the cold darkness that is the unknown.

Then you entered my life like a badly operated jazz solo and ruined everything.  You insisted in bringing color into my world.  But how do you see color, if your eyes are gone?  How do you describe the way the sun shines through the leaves of the trees onto the water below, if I don’t know what colors they are?  I don’t have frames of reference, I don’t have anything I can categorize colors as.

But that didn’t mean that you didn’t give it your best shot.  And you gave it one hell of a shot.