
At 60, when my attendant went MIA after my Cataract surgery, I grappled around the hospital with bandaged eyes wondering, “Has my life finally ended in a lonely ditch?”
Then I heard a booming voice with a hint of mirth that said, “Hey Beautiful! Need help getting around?”
And I thought, “Maybe not!”
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