From then on, I began to treasure what life has given me. It was a sunny winter day. I had gone down the tower when a blind man came toward me. He kept close to the wall, touching it tightly with his arm. I s still and looked at him walking toward the tower. “What does a blind man want to climb the mountain for? ”I w  “Not the view certainly, perhaps he wants to jump. ”Thinking of this terrible reason, I thought I shoulD.f him.
He went up slowly and stopped from time to time. I followed him a few steps behind . When he got the first corner of the bell tower, I came cto him. “Excuse me,” I said as politely as I could, “But I wonder why you came up.” “You’d never  g .” He said.
“Tell me then.” He smiled, “Perhaps climbing up the tower. You have noticed―and yet , not being blind, perhaps you won’t ―how the sun shines into the tower through the  w, so that one can feel the cool steps suddenly become quite w, even in winter. But behind the wall there is shade, There is no place so good as this for f the difference between light and darkness. Though I am blind, I also want to feel the happiness brought by the sunlight.” He said and seemed as p as a child.
I had never thought that even a blind man could have his way to enjoy the beautiful life. But we often paid no attention to its value because we never lost it.
We went down the tower t . From then on, I began to treasure what life has given me.