The　First Day

　　On the first day， I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living. First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my dear teacher， Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy， who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me. I should want not merely to see the outline of her face， so that I could cherish it in my memory， but to study that face and find in it the living evidence of the sympathetic tenderness and patience with which she accomplished the difficult task of my education. I should like to see in her eyes that strength of character which has enabled her to stand firm in the face of difficulties， and that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often.

　　I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that “Window of the soul”， the eye. I can only “see” through my finger tips the outline of a face. I can detect laughter， sorrow， and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends from the feel of their faces. But I cannot really picture their personalities by touch. I know their personalities， of course， through other means， through the thoughts they express to me， through whatever of their actions are revealed to me. But I am denied that deeper understanding of them which I am sure would come through sight of them， through watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and circumstances， through noting the immediate and fleeting reactions of their eyes and countenance.

　　Friends who are near to me I know well， because through the months and years they reveal themselves to me in all their phases； but of casual friends I have only an incomplete impression， an impression gained from a handclasp， from spoken words which I take from their lips with my finger tips， or which they tap into the palm of my hand How much easier， how much more satisfying it is for you who can see to grasp quickly the essential qualities of another person by watching the subtleties of expression， the quiver of a muscle， the flutter of a hand. But does it ever occur to you to use your sight to see into the inner nature of a friends or acquaintance/ Do not most of you seeing people grasp casually the outward features of a face and let it go at that？

　　For instance can you describe accurately the faces of five good friends？ some of you can， but many cannot. As an experiment， I have questioned husbands of long standing about the color of their wives' eyes， and often they express embarrassed confusion and admit that they do not know. And， incidentally， it is a chronic complaint of wives that their husbands do not notice new dresses， new hats， and changes in household arrangements.

　　The eyes of seeing persons soon become accustomed to the routine of their surroundings， and they actually see only the startling and spectacular. But even in viewing the most spectacular sights the eyes are lazy. Court records reveal every day how inaccurately “eyewitnesses” see. A given event will be “seen” in several different ways by as many witnesses. Some see more than others， but few see everything that is within the range of their vision.

　　Oh， the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days！

　　The first day would be a busy one. I should call to me all my dear friends and look long into their faces， imprinting upon my mind the outward evidences of the beauty that is within them. I should let my eyes rest， too， on the face of a baby， so that I could catch a vision of the eager， innocent beauty which precedes the individual's consciousness of the conflicts which life develops.

　　And I should like to look into the loyal， trusting eyes of my dogs - the grave， canny little Scottie， Darkie， and the stalwart， understanding Great Dane， Helga， whose warm， tender， and playful friendships are so comforting to me.

　　On that busy first day I should also view the small simple things of my home. I want to see the warm colors in the rugs under my feet， the pictures on the walls， the intimate trifles that transform a house into home. My eyes would rest respectfully on the books in raised type which I have read， but they would be more eagerly interested in the printed books which seeing people can read， for during the long night of my life the books I have read and those which have been read to me have built themselves into a great shining lighthouse， revealing to me the deepest channels of human life and the human spirit.

　　In the afternoon of that first seeing day. I should take a long walk in the woods and intoxicate my eyes on the beauties of the world of Nature trying desperately to absorb in a few hours the vast splendor which is constantly unfolding itself to those who can see. On the way home from my woodland jaunt my path would lie near a farm so that I might see the patient horses ploughing in the field 9perhaps I should see only a tractor！） and the serene content of men living close to the soil. And I should pray for the glory of a colorful sunset.

　　When dusk had fallen， I should experience the double delight of being able to see by artificial light which the genius of man has created to extend the power of his sight when Nature decrees darkness.

　　In the night of that first day of sight， I should not be able to sleep， so full would be my mind of the memories of the day.

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