Reflections on Blindness
I want to have a candid conversation for just a minute. As I’m getting older, I am faced with the hard reality that my time is growing short. Of course, I have no idea if I shall live to be 45, 72 or perhaps into my 80’s…my days are numbered and ordered by My Savior. I don’t KNOW how much time I have. And, in the face of that? I want to use my time wisely! So? Let’s cut to the point…. On my morning commute to school with kiddos a couple of weeks ago, one of my passengers commented that there was a broken playground slide ahead in an area beside the highway. “A broken children's playground slide?” I questioned, “What’s broken on it?” As we sped by it, I was tempted to stop. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was a straight sloped slide with the bottom half of the slide missing…yes…MISSING!!! I was speechless. I haven’t even shared the worst of it. Slides are a hard thing to come by in PNG. Local parks and/or trails are practically nonexistent here