Six weeks after the operation, I can barely remember what it was like not to see. I walk through doorways and around corners with new balance, no longer needing to measure the empty space with my hands to make sure I don't run into them. I can run and run and run and never have to feel if there is anything in front of me. I can even run down the stairs and jump over curbs. At school, I am not just that blind kid anymore. I can read just fine, though I am still slow to write. Some of the guys talk to me now, and Tony wants to teach me how to ride a bike. This freedom is indescribable. I am a new person. I am more myself than I ever was before.

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