Now ... Karl did mention at one point his depth perception had been compromised from his injury.
But that didn't stop me from forgetting that fact.
We'd worked together for several days. He's a regular guy. The difference is he's simply got a single eye is all. But you wouldn't know otherwise.
Calling it a day one afternoon, we packed up our stuff and readied to head out. Karl came over the hump of the insanely steep driveway and called down to me below if I saw some copper fittings. I said I'd seen them.
"Mind tossing them up to me?" he asked.
I got all three of them and asked if he was ready to catch them.
Now, I used to play ball. Still do. Just not on a regular basis. And I'm a good aim. Winging the fittings to Karl wasn't any kind of challenge. At least ... not for me.
For Karl, however ...
I flung the first one in for a strike ... which Karl promptly dropped directly in front of him. The next one whizzed in a bit to his right but he managed to get a hand on it. Still, he dropped it. The third? Another strike ... which he couldn't get purchase of and fell to his feet.
That's when I remembered his deficit. He was pretty much blind as a bat when it came to catching anything thrown at him.
"Shit! I'm sorry Karl! I completely forgot you can't see ... !!!"
"That's all right ... pick on the disabled dude. No worries ..."
"Hey, you were the one who told me to throw them to you ..."
We both laughed out loud.
Screw political correctness. It was a good moment ...
.......... Ruprecht ( STOP with the curve ball already )
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