In That Art Museum
官方翻译
One afternoon I toured an art museum while waiting for my husband to finish a business meeting.
I was looking forward to a quiet view of the art works.
A young couple viewing the paintings ahead of me chatted non-stop between themselves.
I watched them for a moment and decided the wife was doing all the talk.
I admired the husband's patience for putting up with her continuous talk.
Distracted by their noise, I moved on.
I met with them several times as I moved through the different rooms of art.
Each time I heard her constant burst of words, I moved away quickly.
I was standing at the counter of the museum gift shop making a purchase when the couple came near to the exit.
Before they left, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a white object.
He extended it into a long stick and then tapped his way into the coatroom to get his wife's jacket.
"He's a brave 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 that his life wouldn't change.
So, as before, he and his wife come in whenever there's a new art show."
"But what does he get out of the art?" I asked, "He can't see."
"Can't see? You're wrong. He sees a lot. More than you or I do." The clerk said, "His wife describes each painting so he can see it in his head."
I learned something about patience, courage and love that day.
I saw the patience of a young wife describing paintings to a person without sight and the courage of a husband who would not allow blindness to change his life.
And I saw the love shared by two people as I watched this couple walk away hand in hand.
官方翻译
One afternoon I toured an art museum while waiting for my husband to finish a business meeting.
I was looking forward to a quiet view of the art works.
A young couple viewing the paintings ahead of me chatted non-stop between themselves.
I watched them for a moment and decided the wife was doing all the talk.
I admired the husband's patience for putting up with her continuous talk.
Distracted by their noise, I moved on.
I met with them several times as I moved through the different rooms of art.
Each time I heard her constant burst of words, I moved away quickly.
I was standing at the counter of the museum gift shop making a purchase when the couple came near to the exit.
Before they left, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a white object.
He extended it into a long stick and then tapped his way into the coatroom to get his wife's jacket.
"He's a brave 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 that his life wouldn't change.
So, as before, he and his wife come in whenever there's a new art show."
"But what does he get out of the art?" I asked, "He can't see."
"Can't see? You're wrong. He sees a lot. More than you or I do." The clerk said, "His wife describes each painting so he can see it in his head."
I learned something about patience, courage and love that day.
I saw the patience of a young wife describing paintings to a person without sight and the courage of a husband who would not allow blindness to change his life.
And I saw the love shared by two people as I watched this couple walk away hand in hand.