I was not too sure if I would go to the race after a week full of traveling, with a lot of early morning flights, morning meetings and late night business dinners. Dreading to get up at 7:00 am on a Sunday morning, I was thinking to myself: NO WAY The noble cause for the race created a spark. The word “race” excited my 5 year old and he was up at 7:00 am with his iPad to navigate us on Google Naps (that’s what he calls google maps). It was smoother to get him ready for the rally than for school.
After the registration while we were going for the lineup, I was overwhelmed to see the professionalism, enthusiasm, zest and the zeal of the event organizers. The stickering of the posters on the car, the refreshment packets and drinks, printed caps and shirts, as well as the media coverage. It seemed like a show organized by 80 friends and not 18.
As the visually impaired 16 year old girl was handed over to us, I could not believe she was blind. She turned around to say hello to my wife and kid and that too looking in the right directions. Probably following the voices that she heard and introduced herself as “Sabaah” She told she could see till the age of 8 and after that she lost her sight.
As we were waiting for the flag-off, she mentioned that she is good at sports & takes part in paraolympics at state level and was an excellent athlete.
With the flag-off she opened the Braille Embossed Sheet and started to read with her finger-tips using them like a hand-held scanner.
She could hardly keep up with the pace of my car traveling barely at 15-20 kmph. I reached the turns faster than she could read and I was thinking to myself, we are definitely going to lose this race. Slowly I started feeling sorry for the poor kid who was only 15-16 years old and trying to read Braille in a moving car.
“After 5-6 turns I realized this was not a race. “
This was actually a bonding session. LRT wanted us to get aquainted with the hardships that the blind people go through in their lives.
We had driven a little distance (15 km out of 44) and Sabaah started feeling motion sick. After having two rounds of ‘sickness’ I thought of quitting the rally, but she wanted to make my son ‘Krishiv’ win the race. When I called it quits because of her health, she was just shattered and kept pestering me to continue the race. Her determination was just outstanding.
Visually Impaired….Sister to 4 other girls….Fatherless….she had no one to take her problems to but to fight herself.
We are so small as beings in front of these kids. We should thank God for every breath we take in good health and in good state!
This must be the story of so many Sabaah’s in this world.
BMR 2013 – PRIZE DISTRIBUTION CEREMONY GLIMPSES