I'm Really So Lucky

I was walking home over the weekend and after I crossed an intersection an older gentleman stopped me and asked if he could ask a silly question.  (He either said dumb or silly or something along those lines.)

I stopped and took an earbud out and said sure?  (Internally assuming he was going to ask for cash as often happens in the vaguely downtown core area where I was.)

"I'm legally blind," he said "can you tell me if I'm at street X and street Y?"

(There was a large inner sigh of relief for me as I always feel badly saying no to giving cash to those who ask.)

"Oh, sure," I said, "you're on X street, but I'll have to look and see what the other street is." (I know right?  But sometimes you just kind of know what streets to take to get where you're going and you space out on their actual names... or maybe that's just me?) 

So I took a few steps and saw that it wasn't the street he was asking for so I told him he was on X street and W rather than Y and he thanked me and explained that he had lost count and so wasn't sure.

I told him it wasn't a dumb/silly question at all and that I was happy to help and his response was that he knows he *looks* sighted so it seems like a dumb question.  I tried to assure him it's not at all and that it's all good. 

I went on my way and instantly thought about how grateful and fortunate I am to have all my vision.  To not have to count streets or ask for someone to tell me where I am because I'm not able to see that.  My health is really so good.  My body is in such great health.  Even my mental health isn't all that bad comparatively, I just would like it to be better and more aligned with how I know myself to be.  But yeah.  I really am so lucky in how well off I am in so so many ways.