Seeing is believing

I start to spend more time with D, and sit with him on his computer helping secure his fingers on the keyboard as he types in brail, reading from a book. He learns in one day about the home keys for his fingers to sit on as he types sentences. I have never seen someone adjust so fast. He is beyond intelligent. He is happy. It is only the computer that makes him this happy I notice. He sits on his computer for 8 hours the first day.

I remember I used to think about the five senses, and which one I couldn’t live without. I remember time and time again when this pops up in my head I am so thankful for sight. I wonder if it is better to have seen to not ever see again or to never have seen and to have lost nothing. This question rolls around in my head.

The house is rowdy by 430am on a school day, 5am on a nonschool day. Sleeping in means everyone gets up at 530 on a Sunday. There is prayer right after. I get up for my own prayer. By 5am the house is hustling and bustling as the boys start their morning chores and clean and fight. After I pray I take an hour nap, I sleep through it all. All the yelling, screaming, fighting, cleaning, cooking, etc. I never felt 25 boys in a house plus a staff of 10 who come throughout the day would be normal. We now have a camp rolling in the house with 150 children and volunteers. They have different stations throughout the bungalow. For the week this has become the new normal. I help load drinks into big barrels to chill before lunch. I continue to take pictures. One of the stations teaches nutrition, another one das music, another one dance, another one another day about earthquake survival, another one they make frames. The activitie are wonderful. I wonder If these sorts of activities have been done before in their lives.