It was early. We found ourselves stumbling on to a shuttle bus near Sea Tac airport around 4am. Several friends had warned us that you needed to get out there pretty early to avoid the long lines and catch a 6:05am departure.
As we hopped on the bus, I didn’t really pay attention to the other passengers. Once we were seated, I saw that it appeared to be a father and son. Without staring, I noticed the boy was holding a stick. It appeared to be a cane. Oh, that’s sad. A boy around 10-years-old, robbed of his sight, perhaps since birth. Images that he would never be able to enjoy began parading through my mind: a beautiful girl, a rose, a forest full of trees. He was acting like he could see, so I tried not to stare at him too much. Maybe he was just legally blind and was able to make out shapes and images.
With his head turned, I read the words on his shirt. Something about lacrosse.
You guessed it. He wasn’t blind. The kid held the stick as if he was blind, but it was really just a lacrosse stick.
When we arrived at the terminal, I let them get off first and gave them lots of time to go ahead of us. I didn’t want to hear his father, “Dad, that weird guy on the bus was staring at me.”