After class, I was passing by the Citibank. There was a blind old guy asking help to find where is the caja(cashier). I learned how to treat and help the blind, so I wasn’t mind at all helping him out. You don’t just grab their body to orient them, rather you should tell them to grab you so to orient them. I told the guy to hold my hand so that I can guide him to the cashier. At first I guided him to the ATM, since he told me that he wanted to go to the caja (I thought the mentioned caja as cajero which means ATM), but when he touched the ATM he told me again that he wanted to go to caja (how stupid I was, obviously he is not seeing the screen!).
I guided him across the hall, and I couldn’t find no one from Citibank member. The cashiers were located downstairs, so I carefully helped him to walk downstairs. Turn right and left, there are 4 stairs, there are 7 stairs, and the stairs end here, now we are on the flat, there is a sofa if you want to sit a while and so on. After we got downstairs I found a young lady who works in the bank. I handed him over to her, and left. While I was leaving, I overheard what the lady was talking to the old man: next time when you are here, you don’t have to come down here but just ask someone upstairs to do work for you…
So while I was leaving the bank I felt ashamed. I was over-helping him. It might be was a kind act that I helped him out what he wanted to do, but I should’ve been more clever thinking straight that it would be difficult for him to go downstairs and upstairs so I should’ve asked someone to do work for him upstairs so that he wouldn’t have climbed down all the way. In this case, my kindness came from my dear stupidity, so the result of the act was nothing to see with joy from altruism but with shame and embarrassment.
I was the one who was seeing things to guide the blind, but actually I was the blind from my stupidity that I could not see through what should be done. I was walking on the street under the rain, and I couldn’t wash that thought away so I had to sing outloud so that the embarrassment wouldn’t haunt me.
It was a small realisation moment that the act of seeing doesn’t come from the act of seeing through eyes but from the willingness that prevails in the heart (then look at the photo I took, how marvelous moment I captured of a blind guy and a heart with an open eye). Maybe this is why in the movie AVATAR, they say each other ‘I see (into) you’ as a way of saying that I like you or I love you. I was the blind guy helping the blind guy. I admit that I am. I need to open my eyes, more often and with more willingness. I need to see.
*This photo was taken at Guatemala City.