A man lost his sight in a sudden accident. From that day on, his mother became his eyes. Each morning, she rose early to take him to work, and each evening, she met him to bring him home. Wherever he went, she was by his side.
Then one day, she told him she had found a job of her own and could no longer accompany him. The news struck him hard. He felt hurt—even betrayed. How could she expect me, now blind, to make my way alone? Yet from the very next morning, he boarded the bus to and from work by himself. At times he stumbled; at times sorrow welled up inside him. Still, day after day, he endured and carried on.
About a year into this new routine, the company’s security guard—who had quietly observed him each morning—said, “You’re a fortunate man. Every day, your mother follows behind you and waits until you’re safely inside.”
The man, who had believed himself utterly alone, realized his mother had been there all along—and he wept.
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