The next day I decided to take a walk to clear my head. As I was walking, I saw a woman not too far away from me struggling to lift something on her head.
I approached the struggling woman, noticing the strain on her face as she attempted to lift the heavy object. "Hey, do you need a hand?" I offered, eager to help.
"Oh, bless you, dear!" she exclaimed with relief. As I reached out to assist her, I couldn't help but realize that her eyes were clouded over. She was blind.
I gently took hold of the object, and together we managed to lift it. "Thank you so much," she said, her voice warm and grateful. "You're a kind soul. My name is Amelia."
"I'm Rose," I replied, struck by the contrast between her frailty and the strength in her voice. "What were you trying to carry?"
"Just some groceri
