MickBie and Me: Defining Vision

By Jes Bouchard

There’s a story about Helen Keller that I love. It’s been said that one time a reporter asked her if there was anything worse than being blind. Her reply was, “Yes. Having sight but no vision.”

Vision. I was once blessed to participate in an internship that drilled this philosophy of “vision” into my life. I ran with the concept.

In my life, I was going to be a CEO of a Girl Scout region. In my spare time, I was going to restore the brokenness and hurt that affected so many young lives. And I was going to adopt – oh, Lord – was I going to adopt! Two kids, five kids, 30 or so!

There was no limit to what I was going to do! The best part of all of this was that I was on course to fulfilling these dreams. I had been working for the Girl Scouts for six years when I first got sick. It was during my 11th year, and not too terribly far from my goal, that it hit me: my vision was going to have to be adjusted. My dream of working as a Girl Scout CEO was done. Life, as I had envisioned it … was over.

So, after much pain, fear, and a lot of tears, I adjusted. Now I was going to get my degree – an associate’s from Butler was my new dream. I went, and I excelled – I was going to beat my illness and I was going to become a Biology instructor at a community college – specifically, Butler.

But, again, I had to change my vision. I was having a hard time at Newman with my hand dexterity. Equipment that I would need to use to teach became harder for me to handle. I realized again that an adjustment had to be made.

And this time it almost killed me. I sobbed. Why? Why did this happen to me? Why can’t I beat this illness? Why do I have to keep adjusting my life – changing my vision?

And then MickBie came up to me. She literally licked my tears away. She sat down, and put her head on my shoulder and she sighed. She was crying with me. And then it hit me.

No matter what Mickers feels like on any given day, she is there, right beside me. She is always ready to help me in whatever way I need help. Grieving, assisting, alerting, whatever – she is always there. She knows her role and she does it. I don’t know what her sight is like, but I swear to you, she has great vision.

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