Word: sightlessness
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...been having the same doubts as the rest of the team. On that arduous climb to camp through the Khumbu Icefall, Erik wondered for the first time if his attempt to become the first sightless person to summit Mount Everest was a colossal mistake, an act of Daedalian hubris for which he would be punished. There are so many ways to die on that mountain, spanning the spectacular (fall through an ice shelf into a crevasse, get waylaid by an avalanche, develop cerebral edema from lack of oxygen and have your brain literally swell out of your skull...
...fell in love the second I saw him. He had so much confidence and flair for living." Erik first met Ellie Reeve in Arizona, when he was interviewing for a job at Phoenix Country Day School, where she taught. Though she later wondered what sharing her life with a sightless person would be like, she quickly realized that Erik was well equipped to cope with his dark world. "He does things by instinct. When he walks, he doesn't lift his feet, he feels the floor," says Ellie. "The only thing that's been hard for Erik is getting used...
...Charles with a beach towel and a cool drink and watched the crew boats go by. Then I thought: who am I kidding? Through my four years at Harvard I've never had time to sit by the river and relax: I've done as much sunbathing as a sightless mole. I've heard that if you sit out by the river long enough, Dean of the College Harry R. Lewis '68 comes along and hands out computer science problem sets so you'll get back to work. So instead of sunbathing, I got an enormous cup of coffee...
...this emotional acuity, he is also cursed by it--achingly aware, as any disabled child must be, of the things everyone else takes for granted but which he is forbidden. In the film's most passionate moment, this insightful boy cries out to God to explain why he is sightless. But the lad has even sterner tests in store...
...charming as the 32nd aisle of an MD-80. I've often wondered whether it stems from the lack of a window, the intimate proximity to the engines or the savory aroma that wafts out the nearby lavatory, but as I descend into Logan after a fetid and sightless flight from San Francisco, I am reminded that its greatest charm is not any of these. No, the drops of water falling into my magazine remind me that its charm lies in the air conditioning that graciously drips all over passengers in the 32nd aisle...