Leon has written a lovely poem for us.
I see your body but not who you are.
I see your face but not your eyes, nose or lips.
I see the colour of your clothing but not what you are wearing.
I see light and use it to guide me around shapes.
At night I do not see those shapes.
I will know you are there if you stand directly in front of me but I have no peripheral vision should you stand slightly to one side.
I see the helping hand guide me to my seat. I see the kind interventions to ensure I board the right train and the selfless giving up of a rush hour seat.
I see the kind consideration of colleagues patiently waiting for me to catch up.
I see the person who stops to check if I am lost or need help. I see random acts of kindness every day.