Friday, May 13, 2016
The Blind Man Comments
Rating: ★5.0
Sitting alone in a Dublin bar feeling sorry about my mental scars. I came across a folk singer, an Irish voice which did linger. A blind man began to smile on hearing the sound of an Irish air. I asked myself why does he care? Then I saw him begin to laugh and clap his hands to the Irish jig. My problems were nothing compared to his. If only we could see as well and realise we are not in hell.
Michael Cochrane ©
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8/1/2025 1:13:51 PM # 1.0.0
then I saw him begin to laugh, and clap his hands to the Irish jig. My problems were nothing compared to his, i complained that i dont have a pair of shoes until i saw a man crawling on the street road without a leg. thank u for this great reflection. it touches me and makes me spiritual dear Michael. tony