Amazing Kids! Magazine

To See What He Feels

By Andy Daniel Verduzco, age 15, California

 

He always looked at his hands, but never really saw them. At how worn they were, and how much work was left. The old man rubs his hands together in glee and proceeds to work on a new toy, but he stumbles a bit. He searches for a chair.

He is a toymaker.

He loved to create things that brought happiness to all, even if he didn’t see it. To put smiles on children’s’ and parents’ faces alike. How every day, people would enter his shop, the love and warmth that came in, combined with his creations, drove this elder man to do what he has been doing his entire life.

He finds a chair pats it, and smiles. The same, ancient chair that held him as he created, and cradled him when he needed rest. He sits down to begin his usual work.

As he worked, he smiled at how children viewed him as a hero, and how adults saw him as the kindest of souls. He only wanted to bring happiness to others, and by doing it with what he loved to do.

Wheels, knobs, fabric, and strings flew by and a variety of toys were created. Day-by-day, for his entire life, he did this. At first it was difficult, but he became a master at his craft in almost no time. Today, as he finishes the night, and the last toy, he can’t help but smile at his craft. He would never see the smiles on the faces of a parent or child, or the happiness.

The old man was blind. He could not see, but he could feel…

With his kindred spirt and worn hands.

It had always been like this, but his “disadvantage” never stopped him, and his desire to bring happiness to others.

He finishes the last toy, and hugs it as he would his own child. He sets it down with the others, and decides it time to sleep. He cautiously finds his way to his bed, and lies down.

He cannot see what he has done to help others, be he feels it. He cannot see, but he feels the warmth and love of others. Nothing would ever stop him from doing what he loved.

He places his hands above his eyes. He looks at them, but he cannot see them.

But that would never stop the old man from building and building and building, never stopping him from feeling. To him, he wasn’t blind. It didn’t matter what was to be seen, but to be felt, and for that, that knowledge and feeling that others were happy from what he has done, made the old, blind man see the greatest sight of all…

…the sight of happiness.