My wife and I were driving home when she mentioned how terrible it must be to blind. I replied that the famous blind singer—I had forgotten his name—said that restoring his sight was not high on his wish list. “I’m used to it,” he said. “It’s not like you closing your eyes and bumping into chairs, trying to imagine what it would be like.”
So who was this famous blind singer? If the question was a multiple-choice, I’m sure I could easily pick out the right answer. It was bugging me, so when I got home, I looked it up on my computer. I remembered he sang Georgia On My Mind, and I looked that up. Of course, it was Ray Charles, and I was surprised that he died in 2004 of liver failure. Nobody told me. I had assumed he was tucked away in a nursing home somewhere. When clips are shown so often on TV, it’s hard to remember who is dead and who is still alive.
The list of his children went on and on. Some pleasures he did not miss out on.
Even Helen Keller said she would rather have her hearing back than her sight (although knowing neither, she would be a poor one to comment).
I also remember reading that when a blind person feels an object, they are not building a 3D image in their minds, as we would. 3D has no meaning for them, and only they know what they are “seeing.”
Someone else said that sight tends to isolate us, while hearing unites us.