tears that smile - smiles that cry: mundane aspects of life that entice an emotional response

Blind Man waiting for a Bus

while exiting a bus with a professor of mine we walked by a blind man standing in the street where the buses pull up, park, let out passengers, and new ones climb on. my professor said something to him as we passed, but due to my inability to speak the language i was left wondering - wondering how a system that does not seem to fully support people with disabilities would board the correct bus - if i were blind and standing in the middle of the street that is basically an outside bus terminal, my thoughts might be something like this ____ what is it, where is it, who are you; whistling around i hear steps but no one stops, not even a hey you are not on the curb or bus number, what bus number do you need - i would love to get home, but a simple hello would even do - what's this somebody said something to me, what was that i did not quite hear, can you see that i'm standing in the middle of a busy bus terminal with people walking all around or are you blind to, i know i can do this on my own because i have done it so many times before, but do you know, do you care - oh, that must be it, you must be blind like the everyone else that has passed me, your eyes only see what they want to see, which is the difference between you and me: my eyes don't see anything that i want to see.