One day I visited an art museum while waiting for my husband to finish a business meeting.I was expecting a quiet 36 of the splendid artwork.
A young 37 viewing the paintings ahead of me 38 nonstop between themselves.
I watched them a moment and decided the lady was doing all the talking.I admired the man's 39 for putting up with her 40 stream of words. 41 by their noise,I moved on.
I met them several times as I moved 42 the various rooms of art.Each time I heard her continuous flow of words,I moved away 43 .
I was standing at the counter of the museum gift shop making a 44 when the couple approached the 45 .Before they left,the man 46 into his pocket and pulled out a white object.He 47 it into a long stick and then 48 his way into the coatroom to get his wife's jacket.
“He's a 49 man.”the clerk at the counter said.“Most of us would give up if we were blinded at such a young age.During his recovery,he made a promise his life wouldn't change.So,as before,he and his wife come in 50 there is a new art show.”
“But what does he get out of the art?”I asked.“He can't see.”
“Can't see!You're 51 .He sees a lot.More than you and I do,”the clerk said.“His wife 52 each painting so he can see it in his head.”
I learned something about patience, 53 and love that day.I saw the patience of a young wife describing paintings to a person without 54 and the courage of a husband who would not 55 blindness to change his life.And I saw the love shared by two people as I watched this couple walk away,their arms intertwined.