His Staff Guides My Feet … to Lakemount Church

With my cane, I sped along Main Street. A young woman driving slowed down and then stopped beside me. “Amy, where’re you headed?” I told her I had only a few blocks to go and gestured down the road. “Hop in. I’m going that direction. I can take you.”

I had no idea who the driver was. I didn’t recognize her. But that wasn’t unusual. A lot more people saw me than I did them! Being blind and all.

I squinted out the window at a blurry building. “That’s it. That’s the place. You can drop me off here.”

“There? Are you sure?”

“I’m getting my hair trimmed,” I explained.

Why did she sound so shocked?