At the corner of West and 52nd, she was crossing the street with an adorable two-year-old Labrador puppy, with a confident smile on her face. The smile, suprisingly, is what caught me first, not the boxy sunglasses she was wearing, even on a fairly overcast day, or the cane. The smile caught me because of the looks she was receiving in return- little children holding their mother’s hands and asking what was wrong with this lady, and men shuffling around her to give her ample room. But this woman strode through the intersection as if she were walking along a secret cove in the Mexican Gulf with all of the air of Audrey Hepburn and all of the sweetness of an elf. The smile on her face shocked those who she aimed toward, perhaps suprised because her face seemed to see theirs. The smile on her face always suprised me, but it made me love her all the more, because by loving me, she gave me her gift of Sight.