Helen Keller – who went deaf and blind at nineteen months old
One day I asked a friend of mine who had just returned from a long walk in the woods what she had seen:
She replied – nothing in particular.
How was this possible, I asked myself, when I, who cannot hear or see, find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch.
I feel the delicate shape and design of a leaf.
I pass my hands lovingly over the rough bark of a pine tree.
Occasionally I place my hand quietly on a small tree, and if I’m lucky, feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song.
The greatest calamity that can befall people, is not that they should be born blind, but that they should have eyes, yet fail to see.