The first day I want to look at the people's kindness, gentleness and friendship that makes my life worth living First of all, I would like to gaze longingly at the face of my dear teacher, Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy when I am still a child to come before me, I would like to see my mother's face, the face of her mother. I was a child when it came to me I opened up the outside world I only have to look at the outlines of faces so that I can treasure my memory but also to study faces to find the vivid signs of compassion, tenderness and patience that are needed to accomplish the difficult task of educating me I want to see in the eyes the strength of character that can stand firm in the face of difficulty and to see the sympathy for all mankind that is so often shown to me I know that I can only look at the outline of the face with my fingertips when looking into the window of the soul, that is, into the heart of a friend's heart I can only see the outline of the face with my finger tips. I can only see the contours of the face with the tips of my fingers I can detect laughter, sadness and many of their obvious emotions I know my friends by feeling their faces I can truly depict their nature by touching them when through their methods they express their thoughts to me by showing me any movement I have also learned something about their nature I have been able to gain a deeper understanding of them and an understanding that I believe I have gained through seeing them through watching them react to all the expressed thoughts and situations by paying attention to the reactions of their eyes and faces I have gained through seeing them through the eyes and faces. I know my friends well because over the years they have revealed themselves to me in every way, whereas with my occasional friends I have only a complete picture of them from the handshake, from the way I understand the words coming from their lips through the tips of my fingers, or from the gentle strokes of their palms. We have sight and we can quickly understand what the other person is saying by watching their subtle facial expressions, their muscle tremors, their gestures, their movements, their movements, their movements. How easy and satisfying it must have been to use our vision to grasp the external features of a person's face in order to see into the heart of a friend or acquaintance, and I'd also like to ask: Can you accurately depict the faces of five of your best friends? Some of us can do it, many of us can do it. In one experiment I asked some husbands about their wives' eye color, and they often looked embarrassed and admitted that they knew that, by the way, wives always complained about their husbands' attention to the color of their new clothes, hats and home furnishings, and that they had a good sense of what they were doing. People's eyes become accustomed to the routine of things around them, and they actually pay attention only to the amazing and the spectacular, and even when they look at the spectacular, their eyes slouch, and court records reveal every day how accurately an eyewitness saw something, how many witnesses saw it, how many in the same way, and how some saw it more than others, and how few saw anything in their line of sight, and how much more I would see in three days' time, and how much more I would see in three days' time, and how much more I would see in three days' time. How many things would I see if I had three days of light? On the first busy day I called all my dear friends to look longingly into their faces to engrave in my heart the external traces of their inner beauty I would also fix my eyes on the faces of babies to be able to capture the longing, the innocence, the beauty of life's conflicts before the consciousness of the human being has been established I also looked into the faithful, trusting eyes of my puppies - solemn, serene little Scooter, Daggy, and the sturdy, understanding, big, strong, and gentle dog. And the warm, childish and mischievous friendship of the sturdy and understanding Dudgeon and Helga gave me a great deal of comfort on the first day of my busy life I also looked at the simple little things in my room I would look at the warm colors of the little carpet under my feet the paintings on the walls of the house that had become a home and some of the intimate knickknacks and I would gaze reverently down on the books I had read in Braille and some of the books in which I could see the typeface in which the people had been reading them would have been of even greater interest to me the books I had read and the books that people had read to me during the long, dark nights of my life had been of great interest to me and they had been of great value. The books that people have read to me have become a great beacon of splendor that has shown me the deep paths of life and of the heart that I can see. On the afternoon of the first day, I went on a hike in the forest and let my eyes revel in the beauty of the world for a couple of hours, trying desperately to soak up the vast wonders that often reveal themselves in all their glory to the normal-sighted. When dusk falls I feel joy because I can see by the light of man's eyes when darkness was declared man's genius created light to extend his sight the first night of vision I fall asleep my heart is filled with memories of the days the days I glance hastily out into the world to the past and to the world of the present I want to see the wonders of man's progress the infinite changes of the ages thousands of years and ages that can be compressed into days? When through the museums there is a vision of the next day I shall rise at dawn to see the moving miracle of night into day I look up with awe at the panorama of the magnificent dawn while the sun awakens the sleeping earth days I glance hastily at the world to the world past and present I want to see the wonders of human progress the infinite changes of the ages of the ages of the millennia how many ages can be compressed into days? When passing through museums I often visit the Museum of History in New York and touch with my hands the many exhibits on display I used to long to see with my own eyes a brief history of the Earth and the displays of the inhabitants of the Earth - animals and humans depicted in their own environments fossils of giant dinosaurs and saber-toothed elephants roamed the Earth long before humans appeared and conquered the animal kingdom with their short stature and powerful minds; The museum also gives a realistic picture of the development of animals, humans and tools of labor, the tools that humans used to create a safe and secure home for themselves on the planet; the museum also describes countless aspects of the history of I know how many readers of this article have seen the fascinating museum depicts living animals of all shapes and sizes, when many people don't have the opportunity and I'm sure that many of those who do have the opportunity don't take advantage of it, it is indeed a great place to use your eyes to have a vision of the many rewarding days that I have had with the help of my eyes. I can see with my imagination for three days, but I can only glimpse it. My next stop is the Metropolitan Museum of Art because, just as the Museum of History shows the physical appearance of the world, so the Metropolitan Museum of Art shows the myriad of small facets of the human spirit throughout the entire history of mankind, and mankind's strong desire for the expression of art, which is almost as urgent as that for food, shelter, and procreation, is shown in the vast galleries of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in the art of the Egyptian, Greek, and Roman spirits. In the huge exhibition halls of the Capital Museum of Art, Egyptian, Greek, and Roman spirituality were shown to me. I knew the ancient gods and goddesses of the Nile clearly through my hands. I touched the replica of the Parthenon and felt the rhythmic beauty of the Athenian warriors, Apollo, Venus, and the winged goddess of triumph, Samaritan, all of which made me fall in love with Homer's bespectacled, bearded face, which was extremely dear to me because of my knowledge of what it means to be blind. My hands have touched Michelangelo's touching valor, Moses' stone statues, I've felt Rodin's power, I'm in awe of the Goths' devotion to woodcuts, and it means a great deal to me to be able to touch a work of art which is not so much for touching as for viewing, and I can only guess at the kind of beauty that I see, I can appreciate the simple lines of Greek vases, the patterns of decorations which I can't see, and so the heavens have given me the light and the next day, I'm searching for the soul of mankind through the arts, and I will see something that I know by touching it. I saw something I knew by touch something more wonderful a whole world of magnificent paintings opened up to me from early Italian art with its serene religious overtones to modernist art with its rhapsodic style I looked closely at the paintings of Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, Titian, Rembrandt I would feast my eyes on the warmth of the colors of Veronese and study the mysteries of El Greco from the paintings of Corot I would re-examine the beauty and the beauty of the art of all times I made a brief visit to the Temple of Art I saw beauty I could admire the simple lines of Greek vases some of the patterns and decorations I could only guess at My brief visit to the temple of art I could somewhat comment on the great world of art that unfolded before me I could only get a superficial impression of what the artists had told me about the depth and true appreciation of art one must train one's eyes one must learn by experience to judge the qualities of line, composition, form, and color How happy I would have been if I had had the sight to engage in a fascinating study I'd have heard that for those who have eyes the world of art is still a world to be explored in progress I left the Metropolitan Museum of Art very reluctantly with the key to beauty to see people often and need the Metropolitan Museum of Art to find the key to beauty the same key is still waiting on the shelves of smaller museums or even small libraries I imagine that with sight for a limited period of time I should have picked the key that would have unlocked the great treasures hidden there in a short period of time I regained my sight the next night I had to spend it at the theater or the cinema even now I often attend the theater various performances and plays that must be performed in the theater. Even now, I often attend theaters where all sorts of plays must be spelled out in my hand by one of my companions, and how I'd love to see Hamlet in all his glamorous glory or Falstaff in all his Elizabethan splendor, and how I'd love to watch Hamlet's every graceful gesture, and see Falstaff strutting about in full bloom, because I can only see one play, and that makes it very difficult for me, because there are dozens of other plays that I'd love to see, and we have the sight of seeing any of our favorite plays. When we watch a play, a movie, or any scene, how many people do I know who are aware of and grateful for the visual marvels of color, beauty, and movement that make it possible for us to enjoy them? Since I live within the reach of my hands I can enjoy the beauty of rhythmic movement I can only vaguely imagine the beauty of Bartholomew although I know a little of the thrill of rhythm because I can often feel the beat of the music as it vibrates the floor I can fully visualize the rhythmic movement that must make the world a delightful place to behold I can run my fingers along the lines of a marble statue and I can infer a few moments of static beauty all the while loving to see that the dynamic beauty that must be even more exciting is one of my cherished memories of the time that Joseph Jefferson made me feel that I had a great appreciation of the beauty of color and beauty in the world. -Jefferson had me talking and acting and touching faces and hands as I performed my beloved Reb Van Winkle Today I spend my time in the current everyday world life is busy people go places all the time and where else can I find people as active and conditioned as in New York City the city has become my destination The next morning I greeted the dawn once again eager to find new joy for I believe that for those who can truly see every day at dawn will always repeat a new beauty based on my fictions The third day of the miracle period I had vision and the third day of the day I had no time to spend on regrets and fervent hopes because there was so much to see the first day I dedicated to my animate and inanimate friends the second day showed me the history of man and self the history of the world I am currently living in the everyday world today life is busy people go places all the time and where else can you find people in so many different activities and situations like in New York City the city became my destination and I started out from the small and quiet suburb of Frost, my home island, surrounded by greenery, and the green and quiet suburbs of the city. From my home island of Fraser, a small, quiet suburb surrounded by green meadows, trees, and flowers, with neat little houses, where women and children are happy with their voices and activities, and very happy with the quiet resting place of the city's working people, I drove across the steel ribbon bridges that span the River Isthmus, and had a fresh impression of the power and ingenuity of the human mind, I'll spend many a time looking out over the river's delightful landscape. I look ahead. In front of me looms New York - as if lifted from the pages of God's book - the city's marvelous skyscrapers, its awe-inspiring architecture, its splendid churches, its spires, its vast stone and steel embankments - as if the gods themselves had built the river. -It's as if the gods themselves built it, a vivid picture of the millions of people who live there every day, and I wonder how many of them would look back? Few, I'm afraid, will look back and see the splendor of the city, for it is all too familiar to me, and I rush to the top of the Empire State Building, one of the largest buildings in the world, for long ago I looked down on the city with my secretary's eyes, and I longed to compare my imagination with the reality of it, and I was sure that the full extent of the sights that lay before me would be a great disappointment, because to me, the view of the rest of the world is so different that at this point, I began to walk around the city, and to see what it was like. First, I stood on a busy street corner and just looked at the people trying to understand their lives by observing them I felt joy in their smiles, pride in their serious decisions, and sympathy in their pain I walked along Fifth Avenue I looked around and did not look at any particular target but only at the kaleidoscope of colors I was sure that the colors of the women's clothing in the crowd of people moving around would never tire me of the glamour of the scenery and I had the vision that I would probably be like most of the women in the crowd. I'm probably like most of these women - interested in other fashionable styles of dress and in the vast array of brilliant colors, and I'm sure I'm an inveterate window shopper who'd be delighted to see the myriad of fine displays. From Fifth Avenue, I take a tour of the city - Park Avenue to the slums to the factories to the parks where the children play, and I visited the foreign settlements on a trip abroad. I kept my eyes open to the whole spectrum of happiness and misery, so that I could make a deeper investigation and progress in my understanding of the way people work and live. My mind was full of images of people and things, and my eyes were never too ready to miss a little thing. I tried to keep a close eye on everything I looked at, and some of the images were delightful and enchanting; others were extremely sad, and for those I never closed my eyes to see. Some sights are delightful and enchanting; others are extremely sad, and for those I must never close my eyes, for to close my eyes in the presence of them is to close my heart and mind, and to close my eyes is to close my heart and mind, and the third day of my sight is over, and there may be more important and serious things to see and do with the few hours that remain to me, and I fear that at night I shall once more go to the theatre to see a lively and amusing play, and to take in the harmonies of the human mind, and at midnight the brief moment of my escape from the misery of blindness will be over, and permanent, and the night will once more approach me. The darkness approached me again and for three short days I was able to see everything I wanted to see and only when the darkness came upon me again did I realize how much I had left behind and how much I had left unseen while my heart was filled with sweet memories that gave me little time for regret I touched every object and my memory vividly reflected what it looked like How I spent my three days of regaining my sight in a nutshell may be similar to the assumption of knowing that I was about to lose my eyesight and the arrangements that I had made to make for myself, I believe that if I were to face any kind of misfortune, I would try to look at it as best as possible and I would try to see what I could see. I believe that if I were to face any kind of misfortune I would try to look at things I had never seen before and store them in my memory I would make better use of my eyes than I have done in the past during the long dark night everything I look at is precious to me my eyes are full of everything that comes into view the world unfolds in front of me with a true sense of beauty