Just then then the lights came back. I looked at my savior - he was a tall, strong, fair, handsome man, wearing dark glasses. I invited him into my house.
He hesitated, but upon my insistence, he obliged.
After light refreshments, he rose to depart.
"I must really thank you for escorting me home. I was just like a hopeless blind when the lights went off," I said.
He brushed aside my gratitude and replied courteously: "Oh, that's quite okay, Sir. It's my pleasure and privilege to be of some small assistance to you."
I was attending a Blind Welfare Meeting. I've always felt pity towards the sightless - but today I experienced how terrible and miserable it is to be a blind. I was like a blind myself, and you were my benefactor. God bless you, brother! Come to my house again, whenever you pass this way."
He promised to visit me again and just as he stepped out of the door, the lights went out again.
"Don't go," I called him back. "Confound this power cuts! One can't see anything in this dark - it's a new moon, I think. Wait for the lights."
[CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS POT]

"Thank you for your concern, Sir, but I must really go. Don't worry about me, I'll find my way all right."
"At least, take this torch," said I. "You can return it at your convenience - when you pass this way. Here, take it."
"I don't need it, Sir, thank you all the same for your considerate nature. I can manage all right," he said.
But I insisted that he take the torch - it was unsafe to walk in the dark. At last, he said, "The torch can't help me in any way, you see!"
"Why not?" I asked in surprise.
"Well, you see, I'm totally blind from birth!"