Learning from the masseuse 1

At one point in 2002an year, I went to a carpenter or a masseuse massage. Sprain feet up playing college soccer tournament. From a few friends recommended to the blind masseur in a region X. Long story short I met with the masseuse, called Mr. Y. He was young, not plasticity klo blind and the more surprising, he was ethnic china.

While the sequence, we told each other, between which a student I was at that time, and Mr. Yang Y massaging a sprained foot. He recently visually impaired, was normal and at the time of class 2 sma severe accidents. But the eyes were still normal. Eventually after recovering physically, his eyes seemed more and more blurred, until the 3rd grade at sma, it's almost not see at all. Obatkan already in there here, but no avail, so he suffered blindness and not continue his schooling.

Finally at the school sekolahkan blind, and he took the massage skills. And by chance met with me and talked at length. Nothing seemed to be a long story and where to where, by chance she was so adventurous, so she asked me often interrupted, mas what Tawang cemoro sewu mangu and still like the old days when I could still see? Mas what cleft is still as beautiful as before? etc. while sometimes he does not accidentally tears ...... stories go to part 2