Our team won! We are through to the semi finals! I kept it together in the old ‘fear of heights’ department!
It was a good day. Our luck was in. Then something happened on the car journey home which reminded me just how lucky I am.
The radio was on and the sports commentators were giving the post match analysis. Every now and then they would read out a comment which they had received via phone or email. Most of these were the usual comments, like…
“Armagh was robbed!” or “The better team lost.” or “Donegal will hammer Dublin in the semi final,” (which they will). But in the middle of all these was a comment which sent me into a daydream.
“Michael Healey would like to say thanks for all the thrilling live match commentary down through the years. Michael has been blind since birth.”
The chat continued on the radio and also in the back seat but I was now miles away, in Michael’s kitchen. Blind since birth! He doesn’t know the colours of the pitch, the players, the flags, anything. He doesn’t know colours. He has never seen a player jump to catch a high ball. He has never seen a ball soar through the air or between the posts.
In fact he doesn’t have a fear of heights because, high seats or low seats, they are all the same to him.
And yet he takes the time to say thanks.
Michael Healey, whoever you are, we the people with eyes that work are grateful to you for showing us how to cope, and still be thankful.
I hope your county team do you proud.
Thank you for reading
A big thanks to Vic Briggs for the photo. http://shardsofsilence.wordpress.com/2014/08/03/in-the-absence-of-sound/
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