The Vessel |Yolanda Cowan

You're his eyes and he's your legs. You compliment each other instead of hinder each other. Nobody can really know what your world is like. You need him to go get things for you, but he needs you to go with him and direct his hands. You wish that you had both inadequacies and he could live a normal life. He wishes he had both inadequacies and you could live a normal life. You've both adjusted and accepted the lives you lead. He can't see the people's faces as they stare. You can, and you're grateful for that. It's the only reason that you're grateful he can't see. You don't notice the stares anymore because the system the two of you have works. He walks for you never complaining. For all the times you feel small he lifts you up and makes you feel tall. Between the two of you, your lives are normal and you're happy. As time progresses you notice that people aren't staring anymore, instead, they're looking at the two of you in wonder and amazement. You never thought you would find someone that could accept you for what you are, but neither did he. When you found each other you were skeptical about life. As the days progressed you knew life could be good. All the anger you once felt disappeared and your outlook changed. Before you met, you weren't thrilled about being alive and you never thought you could have good things happen to you. Now, you spend your life guiding a wheelchair with your hands as a blind man holds onto the wheelchair and pushes with the strength of his legs. You wouldn't ask for anything different that can realistically be given.