They knew well I was blind. The world could see that. Still, the transport on the road didn’t slow down. The bastards just won’t let me cross. My mother, only my mother would understand my situation. But mother had been dead for years.
“Here, come with me!” A stranger took my right arm and led me away, commanding the automobiles to stop till I was safely across. He must be a traffic cop.
“Thank you, officer !” I said.
Pat came the reply from the “officer” : “I’m blind like you, brother.”
I was astonished. “God, how did you find me?”
He laughed mildly. “I heard you swearing, brother. I knew there was another blind man standing near me wanting to cross the road.”