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
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.