I've been writing about wonderful encounters with kids. One of my favourite encounters took place over several days. It was when I had my first guide dog I think. I would be walking home from work. Often taking the same route. I passed by a house and heard this little voice, "Excuse me. Excuse me." And this little kid (never knew if he/she was male or female) ran to the end of the sidewalk.
"Can you see?"
"No I can't>"
"Can you see anything at all?"
"Is that why you have that dog with you?"
"Can you see my very cute stuffed bear?" And he/she held it out eagerly.
"No. But I could touch it and know what it is like if you pass it to me."
So he/she did.
I thanked him or her and walked on.
The next day same time, there he/she was waiting on the walk.
"Excuse me. Can you see my crayon?"
Then he/she put the crayon in my hand.
"It is a red crayon. It is my favourite." he/she told me.
The next day,
"Can you see my wonderful bike?"
And on and on it went for several days. We had really great conversations and I looked forward to them.
It was as if he/she thought that maybe if he/she brought out enough things, there might be something I could see. One day it was pouring and he/she wasn't there.
I was glad not to find him/her standing out in the rain, but I missed our conversations.
I never saw him/her again which made me a little sad.
I always looked forward to hearing that voice.
"Excuse me. Excuse me.
and my favourite memory was,
"Can you see my GI Jo?" For some reason, that is still how I remember him/her.
"Excuse me. Can you see my GI Jo?"
That still makes me smile.
I know the GI Jo might mean it was a boy but you never know.