The blindfolded man

A man was known in his neighborhood, just as well abroad, that walked and stumbled about, wearing a blindfold across his eyes. He became proficient in walking with his stick but still by the very nature of his inability to see, he was limited to what he could do. Family and friends grew accustomed to his blindfold so that they no longer noticed it or questioned him about it. The blindfold did on rare occasions became a topic of discussion when he would be approached by a stranger.

“Hello sir, if you don’t mind and I mean no offense, but may I ask you a question?”

He continues feeling about trying to ascertain what type of fruit is in his hand because he seeing a few ripe peaches.

“Yes you may, if you must.”

“Sir, why do you walk about with a blindfold?”

“Actually young man, is it? Yes, actually I do not know what you are referring to.”

“Sir, the” and he gently touches the blindfold, “this object sir. It covers yours eyes.”

“Young man, you are in error. I have no blindfold. I have been struck with blindness from when I was a young man. And to this day I can see no longer.”

The young man looks at the man as he was continuing to feel about the fruit. The young man looked around and noticed a person beside him a short distance who was following the strange conversation. He looked at him and the man shrugged and shook his head. “Um, sir if you would allow may I show you what I mean?”

“Young man, you have already poked me in the face, which was not appreciated; what other harm do you mean to do to me whom am innocently just like many here, seeking to purchase some food?”

“I did not mean to poke you, that was not my intent. I was simply touching the blindfold I was referencing so as to bring it to your attention. It is quite probably the source of your darkness. Your blindness. And if you would but remove it, you would be able to see. You could see the fruit before you. You could see your hands and your cart. You could see me, whom talks with you. Sir, you could see.”

“Young man, you poked my face and I didn’t appreciate it. I was going to let it go unreferenced but as with those like you, you must continue to push on me your words and belief. As I told you, I have been blind since I was a young man. Actually, quite possibly, I was your age or very close. I have had this blindness and I have mastered living with it and in it. It is no longer a restriction to me. Nor cumbersome. And seeing that you, pardon the pun, are of the sorts that are judgmental of people such as I, I request, no! I demand, you leave me alone and go about your own business. Your meddling has upset me and is not at all appreciated.”

With that the man with the blindfold pushed his cart away from the bin of nectarines. The young man watched the man go toward the next aisle and reflected on the encounter. He said within himself, “Why would a person choose to live life with a blindfold on? It hampers the senses. The person cannot see clearly and thereby understand correctly. Why would one want to live as such?”

The young man then walked toward the cashier and continued to ponder these things.

Oaf – ch 28

“I should be mad at you,” she said as she walked back into her kitchen. I must confess as I told her what I thought I saw I realized I was an idiot. The words were an indictment of my stupidity. After I completed it I also wondered why in the world I didn’t stop and change the story line. But I guess the mix of exhaustion, my insecurities (geesh look at her!) and stupidity, I labored down the road and came clean. I could hear her putting things away and I was also acutely aware that there was no sound in the apartment. Tess loved her music and noise; it was the backdrop of her living but at this moment nothing was on. The television stared at me with disgust. I looked over and her iPod docking station and it looked away from me. She glided back in to the living room and looked at me and handed me a cup of coffee. She sat next to me and placed her cup down on the table. “You must really quit expecting the bad to happen. Some believe we invite experiences because of our own attitudes, thoughts and vibes if you will.” She picked up her cup and sipped the coffee.

I looked at her and nodded and made sure to keep my mouth shut.

“The guy you saw was my cousin Uri, he lives in New York. Remember me telling you about my dad’s brother?”

I nodded and kept my mouth shut.

“He hasn’t been here in about five years. He is here on business and stopped by the store.”

I nodded and kept my mouth shut.

She sighed and sipped her coffee and then looked at me. I felt my inside cowering and she must have seen it because she leaned over and kissed my cheek. I exhaled. She tilted her head and looked at me again and I fell inside her beautiful eyes. “I love you, you big oaf.” and with that she bumped my head ever so gently with her’s.

“Thanks,” I said sheepishly. She picked up the remote and turned on the music – “Memories are Made of This” by Dean Martin played. We both leaned back on queue and sat quietly hand in hand and listened to Dean sing.

Being reasonable – ch 27

For a few moments I considered going back to the store and facing Tess about us and what I had seen but quickly my own cowardice and propensity for avoiding conflict squashed such a notion. I grew frustrated as I drove because I had no idea where I was heading. Over the next 25 minutes I rehearsed our relationship and experiences. I kept seeing over and over her smile, her eyes, moments holding hands, kissing, hugging – over and over, moment by moment. Finally what started entering my inner dialogue was “this doesn’t make sense” and “she and we – are real – right?”. I looked down at the console and saw that the time was 9:30 p.m. – and again my mind went off trying to understand the events and moments. When I had left the cafe to embrace Tess at her work it was 7:35 p.m. and the cafe is at the most five minutes from the store. Where had all the time went? What had happened over the past hour and a half? Missing time? I slowed to the side of the street behind a parked car. I looked again at the console then picked up my cellphone and looked at the time on it. They were within a minute of each other. I turned on the radio and then turned it off – radio never does what you want. You turn on the radio to hear the traffic report and you end up driving for 20 -30 minutes hearing 15 minutes of  music and 15 minutes of commercials. When you are now in the midst of the traffic jam and long delay signs – THEN you hear the traffic. And mind you the person usually giving the traffic tries to say it like the typical male monotone voice of a disclaimer. So incredibly hard to hear and usually of little value. So why even bother trying to hear the traffic report? Best guess is because if you comment to someone about the bad traffic and they say “why didn’t…” you can honestly defend yourself and show you were trying to be proactive and reasonable about the commuting experience. But I digress…

So where did the missing time go? My mind quickly flashed to Mulder and Scully and the whole experience they had on the road to one of their cases. Abduction? Don’t snark! It is the only reasonable explanation for the reality in my book. I look in the mirror lifting my head slightly to see if their is any blood coming from my nose.  I look at my eyes. They seem wide, blood shot and glassy. I look around the car and I don’t see anything out of place or damaged. I look back at the console and my cellphone. What the heck?

Tap! Tap! I was so freaking startled I let out a little girl scream. I know in that moment I experienced complete blood loss from my head and upper extremities. I felt squeamish but I turned my head to the window on my left. “What are you doing silly?” I look and try to focus my eyes. It was Tess. Quickly my fight or flight response kicked  in and then just as quickly pooped out. I was exhausted. Between the epiphany at the cafe, the gut punch at the store and now the reality of missing time (abduction) – I was too tired to run or fight. I saw her face and the big smile showing her perfect teeth and I did the only reasonable thing I could think of. In one motion I lowered the window and swooned into her light.

Never doubt or test The Principle – ch26

The words I wanted to say to Tess rushed around in my head, getting more and more jumbled by the minute. I became convinced as I got closer to the store that the best thing I could do was hug her and that in that embrace all of my feelings and intentions and expressions would magically enter her body, soul and spirit. My own words would fail me if I had to articulate them, but the embrace – the power of touch would not fail me – or her. When I got to the store I looked at the front desk and then at the registers but did not see her. I heard her voice, actually her laughter and I am certain a wide smile raced across my face as the warmth of her presence was confirmed. I headed toward her laugh and saw her in the aisle in the embrace of a man probably ten years older than either one of us. She looked so happy and I was stopped fast in my tracks by the weight of my breaking heart crashing quickly into my legs. He twirled her and she cooed. Neither one saw me and I did the only thing I knew to do instinctively – I ran quietly the other way.

I made it to my car, fumbled with my keys and finally got the engine to start up and in flight mode still pushing my consciousness, I fled the parking lot heading – somewhere.

By the time I had my wits actually return to me I was about thirty minutes north of my town. I had crossed several intersections of railroad tracks and was in the area of the city where nothing but warehouses and manufacturing towered on each corner of the blocks. I slowed down and began digesting what had transpired. I replayed it several times in mind to make sure what I saw and heard was actually real. Eventually my numbness must have traveled to my legs because unbeknownst to me, I was sitting still in the lane of the street. I could feel the power of flight regathering in me and then a sudden jerk to reality made me aware of the fact I wasn’t moving any longer. I looked around and then looked in the rear view mirror and saw my eyes.The eyes were so sad and timid. I looked away quickly just like one will do when you unknowingly catch the stare of someone else. I didn’t want to be the person I just saw in the mirror. I did an illegal u-turn in the street and headed back to town. I didn’t know where I wanted, actually needed, to go but I knew it was for certain in my town. I looked down at my cellphone and back at the road. Folks? Bad move. They would see through me at the moment. I figured I should go home but I didn’t want to do that. My mind kicked on auto-pilot and I drove slowly back to town.

The Present was no longer a place or time to embrace or enjoy. The Principle had immediately dashed my heart and soul. So I drove.



He could hear the exclamation inside his mind.

“Don’t look back!”

He ran and fought off the curiosity to look behind him at his foe. He figured he must have many lengths between him and her but each moment he was just about to let up…

“Run!” And it was like the flip of a turbo switch, at least in his mind.

The sweat ran down his face, his breathing becoming forced and shallower. He tired, he could feel it engulf him.

He could hear laughing. Why? What was so funny? He wanted to look back.


That is when the arms of his foe grasped him, his body shut down, fully overcome by the tiredness while his cape broke from free from his neck.

“Honey, you are so funny.”

“Mom,” he said, “I’m a superhero, not funny;” the thought of milk and cookies became the new focus of his mind as his mother hugged him.

Rufus, the sheep dog, got up off from the superhero’s cape.