The hall was full of Chess players from several categories ranging from a 7 year old to several senior citizens who had come for the open tournament. On one table, was sitting this visually impaired guy with his special chess set and pieces. He was sitting alone quietly. Almost as if he was listening to the moves on the other tables.
I went over to him after the last round and asked if he wanted to play. The pieces had some special marks to distinguish the whites from the blacks. They also had a pin beneath to fix them on the board as after every move, he touched all pieces to see the positions. The board was in his mind. It was inspiring to see him pursue his passion. The absence of sight could not stop him. And he had a smile throughout.
And here we are, with everything we need, often complaining.
