Three Blind Mice
Around the corner from our apartment is a massage parlor which is staffed by blind people. Several times now I have seen two or more of the blind masseurs walking the streets in a line, each of them with their hands placed on the shoulders of whomever is in front of them. Leading the train is friend of theirs who is able to see, but suffers some kind of condition with his legs that makes his gait seem awkward and constantly on the verge of tumbling over. This strikes me as beautiful symbiosis, the blind men gain sight and the disabled man gains stability. I am amazed that I have never seen this before.