Alphabet Project: Letter B

Alphabet Project: Letter B

Naturally after A we come to B, and with that my handy little topic book gave me "Blindness". Now, I'm not sure if you are aware of this, but I am in fact, not blind, nor have I ever been blind. For a time I wore glasses, but much like my asthma, I grew out of them (or am blissfully ignorant to the condition of my body, but that's neither here nor there!). With that said, this story came fairly easy to me. I invite you to read a little excerpt of the story before I explain myself.

I’m sorry Walter, you’re…”

“Excuse me, I’m 77 years old, I have a son that’s 56 and a grandson that’s older than you. Only my family and friends call me Walter, you can call me Mr. Carter.”

“Very well, Mr. Carter, as I was saying, you’re going blind. You have some nerve damage in the cells located in the rear of…”

“It’s probably for the best. These eyes of mine have seen more than their share of tragedies, and not enough miracles. Well Dr. Issa, for how long does this old man have his dignity?”

“Actually Mr. Carter, you have several different options available. There is surgery, medications, or even laser treatments. All of which have made substantial advancements in the recent past. Your glaucoma is still in the early stages, I think medication would be your best option. However, if at anytime you feel the need to move on to a different treatment I will be more than happy to give you all the information to make the proper decision.”

“So long as you’re the one who gets paid”

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing. One would think a man at my age would be through with all his important decisions. OK Dr. Issa, why don’t we go ahead with the medication for now and as for the other processes, we’ll cross the bridge when the water’s right”

“You’re the boss Mr. Carter, see Jackie at the desk and she’ll give you the prescription. Have a wonderful day Mr. Carter.”

“Thank you and the same for you Dr. Issa.”
....
— by Alex Azar

Now that you've been introduced to Mr. Carter, I can say that I've actually met him. It was in the emergency room, and while I was waiting for the doctor to see me, I heard Walter Carter give his mini speech about respect and what to call him. I knew I had to meet him, so I made my way over to where he was, and began speaking to him. He told me that he used to box with Cassius Clay. When his doctor showed up, I said goodbye to Mr Carter, and he said I was his friend, I can call him Walter. It was a proud moment for me, and I knew eventually Walter Carter would make it to one of my stories.

To read the whole story, head on over to Blindness 

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