"You're blind but your life is better than mine," she told me, and it was impossible not to agree.
Her speech was slurred, whether by drugs, disability or both, I could not tell. Neither was it relevant to me.
Despite a reasonably common public perception that nothing could be worse than blindness, this desperate woman living on the streets of Civic recognised there are far worse human conditions. Perhaps she also recognised her condition attracts very little public sympathy.
