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Topic: Vision (08/03/06)
TITLE: Rainbows for Mr. Sal
By Lisa Cox
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She loved the saints. Mr. Foreman would grin a toothless smile at her each day she visited. “Hello Winifred P. Jones.” he would mutter. “Hello.” Winifred would reply as she hugged his legs. Miss Sally would sing every word she spoke and Winifred would sing back. “Hi…dee…Ho…Wini P!” Sally would sing as Winifred kissed her cheek. But Winifred’s favorite saint was Mr. Sal.
Mr. Sal was a sweet gray haired saint full of stories. He still had his wits about him and he could even race Winifred down the hall. He remembered things well, but his only trouble was vision. He was blind. Winifred’s mama had said he hadn’t seen a lick since he was born. This troubled Winifred very much and sometimes she would ask her mama questions because it wasn’t polite to pester the saints. “Mama, does Mr. Sal know what the sky looks like, or has he ever seen the beautiful colors of a rainbow?” “No honey, Mr. Sal has never seen the sky or the beautiful colors of a rainbow.” “I wish I could let Mr. Sal borrow my eyes…just for a spell mamma.”
That night Winifred had a wonderful dream. She dreamt of blue skies and brilliant rainbows, but in her dream she couldn’t see them. And although she couldn’t envision them she knew they were there. She could feel the soft billowy clouds brushing her cheeks, as she seemed to zoom through the air. She could almost taste the clean blue sky like water after a spring shower. And the rainbow was the best…every color traveled right through her. She could hear the happy giggling of yellow like birds singing. Her face was hot as she passed by the bright orange and red and she knew she could smell grass as green flew by. As she passed pink it had a sweet taste and smell like candy. When Winifred woke she thought to herself, “That was the most lovely dream. I must tell Mr. Sal!” At that moment Winifred P. Jones had a wonderful idea.
Winifred raced around the house gathering things as she went. “What on earth are you up to child?” Mama squalled. “Gotta go tell Mr. Sal a story Mama.” Winifred called as she filled her bag with cotton balls. When she was certain she had all she needed she galloped happily to the village.
She traipsed right up to Mr. Sal’s room knocking impatiently. “Mr. Sal? It’s me Winifred.” The door finally opened.“My my dear… what are you in an all fired up hurry about? Come in Winifred and sit with me a while.” “Mr. Sal, Mama said you haven’t seen a lick since you were born and I couldn’t help think how awful it must be to never have seen a blue sky or the beautiful colors of the rainbow. So I’ve come to show you Mr. Sal, only you can’t use your eyes.” “What on earth do you mean silly child?” he replied.
She gleefully dumped the contents of her bag onto the floor and gently placed his wrinkled old hands on the heap of cotton. “See, Mr. Sal, feel that sweet softness, that’s a cloud… a beautiful white cloud. And this…”she said as she poured cold water from a bottle over his hands, “this here is blue, the pretty blue sky. And listen here…” she said as she opened the window, “Hear those sweet little birdies sing…that’s the bright yellow in a rainbow!” She then pulled him to his feet and led him to the open window, “Feel that good warm sun Mr. Sal, that’s red and orange! And this Mr. Sal, this is pink, delicious pink.” She spoke this color last as she placed some of mamas sweet homemade candy into his mouth.”
When she finally stopped long enough to really look at her friend, she noticed one thing… a single tear on his cheek. Mr. Sal reached his hand for hers and placed it gently on his cheek and said, “This my dear is the color of joy. Thank you Winifred P. Jones for helping me see the blue sky and the beautiful colors of the rainbow.”
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