Let there Be Light

This morning it arrived just like that—I mean the Big Book in braille! The postman placed in my arms four of those six precious volumes, cautioning me to not drop them. Drop them—how could I? This for which I have waited so long! The postman has probably never seen a face like mine, but homely as this “pan” may be, I’m sure he has never seen a smile such as the one that spread over it as I stood clutching the four boxes in my arms. This old face literally beamed, and the “Thank you” I gave him must have been something out of the ordinary in his experience.