The loneliness walk

With everything that has been going on in the lead up to 6th June and the D-Day landings. I was reading a journal that had be left me. A friend had it transcribed into electronic format a while ago. Every once in a while I listen to some. The saying “you can not know who you are, until you know where you come from”, comes to mind. The journal dated 7th June 1944 talks about jumping into the cold water and wading up towards the beach ” people all around, noise, shouting, bullets flashing past. The passage then went on to talk about it being the ” loneliest walk” they have ever made. Some might think it strange that with so many around they felt alone.
Suffering sight loss can be loneliest walk too but usually without the bullets. You become so focused on where you need to be that you zone out certain things, you become so focused on listening for cars that children’s laughter gets lost. You seat down in a pub and can listen to everyone conversation all at the same time and then spend all your time trying not to.
Blindness can be very socially isolating at times, you sit down people all around you but never saying hello. A Guide Dog goes some way to bridging the gap, a lot of people usually ask about your dog and you get a bit of conversation which is usually welcome.
So next time you see someone alone a kind hello will probably not kill anyone but might just make that bit of a difference to someone’s day. My Grandfather always used to say ” Education is the foundation that society is built on”. To educate someone that blindness is not catching is a worthy occupation in my mind. I know I am very lucky that my walks are rarely lonely now days with Quasia by my side.