A story to begin.

And this is one that circulates the web and we don't know whether it has any veracity.

I haven't even checked it out, but it's a good story anyway.

Some of you will remember this.

A man is sitting on the steps of a building with a half-bice feet and he's blind and he

says, I'm blind, please help me with this, you know, kind of a bowl and so on.

And a creative publicist is passing by and he notices there's only a few coins in the

bowl.

And so he, without asking permission, he just takes a sign, he rewrites it, puts it down,

and leaves.

And of the day he comes back from work, sees the blind man sitting there in the bowl is

overflowing with coins and with cash and so on.

Now the blind man heard his footsteps and recognized him.

So he said, you know, are you the one that did something to my sign?

And the publicist responded, I changed it a little, but I didn't write anything that

wasn't true.

Here's what he said.

The sign read, today is spring and I cannot see it.

Now as you can tell from the story, this has nothing to do with physical blindness.

This has to do, and when we feel a pain in our hearts that can resonate, this has to

do with moving through life, but not really being available, not being able to really see

or feel or be touched by what's happening.

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