The Man at Church

There is a blind man that attends the church that I go to in Edmond. He catches my eye every week. Every Sunday night he holds onto his wife's shoulder as she guides him into the auditorium and leads him into the same pew. I notice him because, no matter what we're singing, he has a huge smile on his face. Sometimes I wish I were like him, I could only hear what goes on in the world and do not have to see all of the bad. I think God made us hoping we would see the good in most people and help those who we see the bad in. This man helps me every week just seeing his facial expression. I wonder if it would change if he all of a sudden received his sight. Would you be thankful if you lost one of your senses or do you feel like you couldn't live without any of them?