“They climb it — blindfolded?”
The statement stunned me. How gutsy was that? A troop of kids exuberantly clambering up a height without the benefit of sight to maneuver.
I kept walking around the tower, looking up. I checked to see if anyone else was coming to climb, but no one had yet arrived. I stared up once again, and kept walking around the looming structure. The climbing ropes trailing from the top battered against the timbers in the wind. I heard carabiners clink and bang together like wind chimes in a gale.
The notion of tackling a ropes course made my stomach twist in a knot. But the idea of doing it — sightless!?
Yet, there was something else beneath my amazement. Something that bothered me, which I could not uncover —
I stopped in my tracks, frozen in place by an experience I rarely have: what’s called an “Aha!” moment.
Of course! It was completely counter-intuitive to anything I’d experienced — the notion of tackling a long-held fear by simply subtracting an element of that fear — namely, sight.