Dear Rose,

Last week I went to visit a new friend. When I parked my car in front of her house, I thought, Should I turn around and go back home? No, I’m not going to back out now. I really do want to meet with her, I determined.

And so, with a deep breath, I texted her, “I’m here.”

Her front door opened, and I saw her gingerly make her way down the walkway. To announce my position, I thanked her for coming outside to greet me, and I followed her back toward the house.

“Uh oh,” I was about to caution her, as she almost walked off the path into the bushes, but she agilely redirected herself, and up the steps we went, into the house. There I met Izzy, her German shepherd, who checked me out and followed us to the table, where we sat down to schmooze.

We talked, we shared and we laughed. I had a wonderful time. And as her watch announced the hour, I reluctantly realized that it was time for me to leave.

She walked me out the door, and as we lingered on the front steps, continuing our conversation, I looked up at her. Her personal appearance was meticulous, and emanating from her eyes I saw—a soul!

There she was, standing tall under the grandiose archway, looking nowhere, but majestically leaning on her white cane.

Yes, Rose, my friend is blind.

This was the first time I met her in person. And the first time I met anyone who was blind.

The experience, for me, was deeply profound.

Rose, you mentioned that you've been thinking lately a lot about true belief and faith, about trying not to let go of G‑d.

Let’s talk about faith.

Here is a young woman who quite recently lost her eyesight, yet has a better attitude than most of us do. She admits that finding things can get frustrating for her. She confesses how much she yearns to see her children, their antics and all. She sorely misses her eyesight. But Rose, you’ve got to see her faith.

How does she do it? And how is she still connected to G‑d?

I don’t know. I have not interviewed her. But I do know that when I saw her, I saw something G‑dly.

She’s upbeat. She likes to laugh. She’s sensitive. She’s giving. She’s a loving spirit. She observes G‑d’s Torah and commandments to the best of her ability. And she is making a difference in the world.

And every day, she prays to G‑d. Her prayers are said by heart, prayers that are memorized from bygone years.

When we pray, we create a bond between ourselves and our Creator. Like a ladder, prayer reaches from earth to heaven. It is the link between lower and higher, and between body and soul. It is the means for every one of us to connect with G‑d.

Every Jew has a soul that is G‑dly, a part of G‑d within the Jew. This is our essence and our core. Our belief in G‑d is a trait that every Jew inherited from our forefathers. But since we are unfortunately not always in touch with our G‑dly essence, we need to patiently and consistently nurture our faith by doing mitzvahs and connecting to G‑d.

Rose, I think it’s safe to say that eyes that have no vision yet can possess such spirit are a good sign that there is a G‑d.

And I also think that it’s safe to say that if you are thinking about G‑d, it’s a good sign that your faith is not slipping away.