The other day I was telling Carlos about a new client at
work. This woman had come with a friend who told me she had lived in Camden
through high school, but then moved to Texas, and had now moved back to Columbia.
Carlos looked at me quizzically, and asked her name, but I
had forgotten it—luckily, she wasn’t the client … awkward. He said her story
was similar to a woman who’d asked him to play his trumpet at her church
Christmas service while she played piano.
I tried remembering even her first name and couldn’t, and then,
not thinking which is how I go through life, I said to Carlos:
“What does she look like?”
He paused; I paused. And then we both burst out laughing as
he said:
“I’ve never seen her!”
Sometimes we forget about his vision impairment.
Luckily, he can laugh about it. |