Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • 1.
    A couple of days ago I ate with Janet.

    28 years ago she was born without any visual nerves, so she has never known what SEEING means. Her 14 year - old brother accompanies her, tlls her where the spoon is, where her glass in fron of her on the table and he cuts her spaghetti, so that she can easily pick these up from the plate in front of her with the fork.

    Janet is a clinical psychologist in the public hospital here and she also is a singer. She brings me her first CD.

    Later, she confides that a couple of years ago her heart broke completely apart. because the man she loved left her.

    " I was a mess, I was in deep depression for many months and nearly did not survive it. Now it helps me to understand others in depression. But I have decided to never open my heart to a man again. Firm decision, because now I know that a disappointment can absolutely kill me. I do not need a man anymore. But I do want to be a mother. I have researched it all. Next month I will travel to Mexico - City and am ready for artificial insemination from an anonymous donor! I am so excited! I am all ready. Everything that I am is because of my loving parents and my brother here and I am ready to give that love on to my daughter...."

    "I am 15 years old", writes me the young man. "I suffer from Retinitis Pigmentosa and am losing my eyesight very fast. I am very scared. When in school I sit at my desk and drop a pencil or something I cannot find the object on the floor with my eyes anymore and I feel ashamed to look for it searching with my hands, and so I pretend that nothing has happened and just let whatever it is that fell down lie there forever.

    I do have a lovely girl - friend. I love her and she loves me. I just want to enjoy life as much as I can. I want to enjoy her. So, when she is with me I keep looking at her so as to imprint her face in my brains. When she is not with me I look at a photograph of her trying to do the same, so that when I grow completely blind, I will still remember her face...."

    "It is exactly one year, 2 months and 12 days that I have been your taxi driver last time," says my chauffeur today.

    I cannot believe this.

    "I remember, because I told you my life and you listened and it was my wedding anniversary. I told you about my father being a drunk and abandoning us and my mother working so hard that I spent most of my time alone. I started booze and drugs. One night I stood on the roof of my house watching the sunset and a voice in my head asked. HOW DO I WANT TO LIVE? Suddenly I knew that I did not want to live like this, like a drunk and drug addict and womanizer, I did not want to be like my father. And never again after that did I smoke a joint or a cigarrette or drink a beer. I am happily married, I love my kids and my job, I am the happiest man on the planet!"

    Art by Jaime Martínez
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.