Subject: STORY: Blind man’s bluff
BLIND MAN’S BLUFF
I first met Darryl when I first got out of college, eager to start my work with the handicapped. Darryl was my first case, and I was eager to try out all the many theories I had in mind as to how to bring the handicapped out of their shell. I’ve often wondered about that assignment. I mean, Nurse Battleaxe (not her real name, but her unofficial nickname, it fit her well enough) must have caught my eager enthusiasm and decided that it called for a little shock therapy. As a result of her plan and my own eagerness, I neglected to even ask what Darryl’s handicap was, so I went to the door and knocked with no idea of what I was about to face. Believe me, it occurred to me on the drive there, but of course, then it was too late to ask.
Seeing Darryl was a shock. I don’t mean he looked bad
