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because he tried and tried again, he just got hurt again and again and again.
    With my wife, he had found in his life of blackness, someone he could trust. And he had come to my house with the last attempt at making a new friend in me. I understood him now. He wasn’t out to impress my wife; he was out to impress me. I had been so ignorant. I left through my selfish jealousy, and as I heard myself making the same excuses that I had made the night before, the pain in my heart, actually the blind mans heart, got worse.
    I woke up and it was morning. The sun glistened off the river and I had never appreciated sight as much as right then. I began to make my way homeward with the intention of making amends with the blind man, but when I found myself on the steps of my house, I realized I was scared to go in. What could I say to him? Did he know that whatever it was that happened, happen? I sat at the steps, and tried to work it all out. It had been the best part of an hour until I heard my wife scream. I ran inside, and found her crying at the blind mans feet. He was dead.
    "He just died, I was sitting here talking to him, not five minutes ago and I went in to make a cup of tea, I came out and heard him take his last breath."
    Once again my selfishness had chosen my path in life. I would have given anything to speak with him.
    Unlock. Now press #. Menu. Messages. Inbox. There were two of any importance. One from a guy called Anthony about dropping the cash to a block of apartments, and the other from a woman saying she was going to leave him because he wasn't man enough.
They were born in the same hospital, the same day. In fact only an hour apart. Their Mothers had become acquainted as they lay in beds next to each other, through hours of labour. You would wonder the conversation to be had in a scenario like that. "So how are you?" "Err y'know yourself, can't complain. Great day for it isn't it?" "Ya the weather seems to have picked up nicely alright." And even though they were brought up only thirty miles or so apart they never met until the age of twelve, after both Sarah's parents were killed. The edge of a cliff decided to fall from under them while they had a picnic with their daughter. Luckily she had spotted a patch of daisies and had decided to make a daisy chain for her Mother.
    After it gave way, rushing back, she arrived just in time to see them, along with the various picnic inventory hit the sand some ninety feet below. Hours she spent just staring down at the sprawled out figures of what used to be her parents. And then the night sky. Clear stars. It wasn't until the next morning that a farmer taking his dog and wife for their Sunday morning walk, found her. Before she was eased away she threw the daisy chain down to her Mother. She watched as it fluttered in the wind, back and fourth. It landed in her hand and it seemed as if her Mother smiled. She was sent to live with her Aunt.
    Sarah had been an only child and adapting to life in a six children family, as an unwanted burden would prove to be very challenging. The Cronins had built a name for themselves on Ashwood lane. The children would be left to run wild causing mayhem up and down the street. Mr Padraig Cronin, or Paddy as he was known, had a reputation for fighting down the local and then waking the whole lane up at early hours of the morning, as he played out arguments that had led to the fight at the top of his lungs. Mrs Roisin Cronin on the other hand was considered a saint. How she had the strength to deal with it all, was the topic of many conversations to be had by the gossip driven neighbours, as they hung the clothes out on the line or waddled their way to Bingo on a Thursday night.
    There were whispers that Paddy would often bring his fights home with him. Roaring and shouting would often be heard in the dead of night as neighbours would pretend they couldn't hear it. Denying it to themselves for fear of having to get involved. So concerns remained