Chapter 3
I was afraid of becoming weak, like my father had. I was very familiar with my house as I was the town. I had never been blind before or even in such a darkness that I could not see. It was hard almost as if I were a stranger a prisoner of my own world. I hade lived in for many years I could never escape the darkness. I was very close to my house. Yankee was not trained as a seeing eye dog but he was trained to be my friend my ever-loving companion. As we would go for walks he would always want to lead. He loved to lead as I let him lead this day. I hoped he would take us home or somewhere as I new a home or felt safe. My dad had trusted him the last days of his life. I would put that same trust in Yankee even so as to trust him with my life. We finally made it to the house. I struggled to get the door unlocked. When in the house I felt the wall. I found the phone. With the phone in my hand I carefully felt each number. as I pushed one button at a time trying to get it right the first time as it rang and rang he finally answered the phone his faint familiar voice becoming clear in the phone he was my long time friend Joe. I had trusted him with everything I had ever needed. as now I truly needed him not only as a friend but as a guide or even so as a teacher. I told Joe that I needed to talk to him later in person. I said I can not talk now I was afraid of what could happen or who could be lessening and who could find out that could threaten Joe's life or even my own. as I said good by and as I was hanging up the phone I heard a faint but clear whisper "what's wrong nick" Joe said in a concerned voice. I hung up the phone and turned on the radio. it is the only way of time for me. As the radio came on I recognized the long hurtful song. It was the very song my mom and dad danced to on there weeding day. as the song faded Tim the announcer said "its 8:35am." good I said in a thankful voice theirs time fore a nape before Yankees walk. As I lay in my bed and thinking of the wonderful memories of mom and dad. with not being able to hold back the tears I weep. mom with her thick hair dark black hair as dark as the wigs of a raven and here big glistening black eyes. as I lay eyes closed in my head I slowly rolled over and imagined her beside me tucking me in as a kid as at last as all the memories faded into my head I drift off.
