Three Days to See

 

            It was a cold, frosty morning when Bryce and I met at the forest edge, ready for a relaxing game of deer hunting. However, as we went deeper into the forest, there was not a deer in sight. Only once did we spot a tiny fawn prancing across the forest and vanish. “My friend, misfortune has come about this very day. There is not a single blessed deer in sight, aside from the young fawn that we failed to cease its movement. Would you consider heading back towards camp, Bryce?”

            “Now, Now, not all is lost, we could play a game of draw. There is a nice clear field ahead. We’ll take ten paces.” I quickly agreed to this, dangerous as it may be, and started counting as we walked away from each other. However, while I was honestly counting away, Bryce had slowly turned around and lined his sight towards the back of my head.

            “Seven, eight, nine…”

            “BAM!” The terrifying sound rang across the forest.

            The next thing I knew, I was lying in an office. I felt a cloth strap wrapped around my head, similar to the ones that a person gets after brain surgery. Suddenly the door creaked open and a bald man wearing a white coat walked in. “Good morning, sir. I am Dr. Howard, a qualified neurosurgeon. A brain scan shows that the bullet has damaged your vision center in the rear section of your brain. You have three days to see.”

            I was planning to make my first day spectacular. The first thing to do on my agenda was to pay Bryce a visit. I only recalled leaving him in a bloody mess. Next, I spent some of my valuable time with my immediate family and some close relatives, which meant much to me. For the first time, I was glad to visually examine them. I then began to wish that I were more thankful for my vision earlier. Also, for the first time, I was the center of attention. I explained everything that happened during the deer hunt. Afterwards, some of the men vowed vengeance. However, I didn’t tell them that Bryce was no more.

            The next day, I decided to visit the rest of the world. My trip was funded by the generous offerings my family made. First, I headed for the Roman Cathedral. There, I stared in amazement at the massive stonewalls. Here, I discovered that history books and an actual visit are two completely different things. I slowly made my way around the Cathedral, trying to capture every image that I saw. However, I realized that I had so many places to go that I couldn’t delay by staying here. Quickly, I flew to Sydney, Australia. It was here that I visited my favorite architectural masterpiece, the Opera House. I took a moment to examine the complex roof work of the building. Then I walked inside to hear the opera singer blast away with her glass-breaking shrieks. After a while I realized that my time here had expired, and I must return home to prepare for another day tomorrow. My trip ended when I returned home late at night.

            On the last day of sight, I made my way around the town, looking for an elevated structure with a steep drop. My search ended when I found a lonely cliff, where five hundred feet below were sharp, dangerous rocks, which the waves crashed into. I remembered this sight and tried to produce a picture of it in my head. Then I left and returned home again. I sat in my recliner, thinking. The thoughts that ran through my mind were whether there was anything else I haven’t caught a glimpse of yet. I thought hard on this issue, since today was last day that light would enter through my eyes. Finally, I concluded that my visual memory was complete. When I had come out from my deep thought, it was completely dark.  I drove back to the cliff that I had chosen earlier. Slowly, I walked to edge and looked down. Again, I saw the waves crashing onto the rocks below. Then, without hesitating, I jumped.

            Of course, this action was quite logical. Why would a person want to live half of their life being blind? Sight is an extremely important and valuable tool to possess, although few people realize this. A saying goes: “A picture is worth a thousand words.” It is true, for someone describing a sunset to you would be incomparable to viewing it with your own pair of eyes. You can only feel the beauty of a rose by seeing it, not smelling it. Losing sight would be like the world closing around you. Just be thankful for what you have.

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