“Oh sir, let me grab that for you!” A gentle, deep voice says.

Fallen groceries spot the sidewalk where Henry blindly dropped them.

Henry’s bag felt heavier and fuller as the mystery man placed his groceries back.

“What is you name, kind sir?” Henry asked.

The man laughed. “Peter.”

“Why did you laugh?” Henry asked, afraid he offended Peter in some way.

“No one asks my name, or really anything.”

“Why not?”

“They just don’t seem to see me,” Peter says.

Henry laughed this time. “Well a blind fellow like me can surely see you, Peter. You’re a kind man with a gentle heart. Don’t lose that kindness, Peter, even if people are harsh.”

Peter listened intently at Henry’s wise words. Never did anyone ever speak such beauty about his condition. He was truly invisible, but Henry would never know that being blind.

“How about we go to the ocean tomorrow; I’ll show you how the wind sings with the sea,” Peter insists.

Henry’s face perked up. “I haven’t been to the ocean in years. I would love that.”

Then the two departed, one unaware the other was invisible, but still, a friendship formed.