I met a blind kid today . . .

He is 18 years old and he's been blind since he was born. He was very sweet and polite, and he had a nice smile. I talked to him for a lil' bit, and eventually he came around to tell me that he hears people say the sky is blue, and he knows for a fact the sky is blue - but he wishes just once he could see it for himself. He told me that he wishes he could see flowers and grass - and what his mom looks like.

I felt bad for him, because I cannot imagine what it must be like to see the whole world in black. What it must be to hear the waves and not see the ocean, or hear the rain and not see the drops on the window.

I take too many "simple" things for granted, and my encounter with this kid today was kind of a slap in the face.