Story Portrayed In Raymond Carver's Cathedral

My Little Secret (1) I used to be blinded. Not the blinding of my eyes but the blinding of my heart. Like the narrator in the story Cathedral, whose heart was blinded by his jealous and prejudice to a blind man, my heart was blinded once in the same way. It all seemed too long ago, and yet that memory always came back to me, finding its way through cracks and flashovers. It was not a pleasant memory, but rather a memory that I held very close to my heart. A lesson I have learned and will cherish for life. A lesson I have learned (2) The story happened in a sunny afternoon and everything went well that day except my boyfriend Fong met a new girl, who has faint scar by her left eye. At first, I did not think too much about it because

Utterly pathetic, I secretly screamed as Fong began explaining her situation and why he was there when she needed him to be. “If you love me…you can do this for me,” he said. Like Raymond Carver’s Cathedral, I didn't answer and remained silent for the rest of the evening. There was nothing more I could say. (5) One night, she came to Fong’s house while we were in the living room. Fong invited her in with a heartwarming hug and I forced myself to greet her politely. He offered her something to drink and went into the kitchen. I looked around and found myself staring right into her face. She had a small oval shape with highly distinctive features; the high cheekbones, cherry lips and mesmerizing eyes. Her face seemed perfect, expect for this faint scar by her left eye. (6) Fong came back with some drinks and they began talking. “For the most part, I just listened. Now and then I joined in.” (Cathedral) They seemed to have so much to talk about, and the topics were never ending. From boys to school to their favorite restaurant, I remained quiet for the whole session. There was nothing I could say that those two have not already

It was a sacrifice of love, an act of complete kindness and responsibility. There was nothing I would learn to admire more than this tragic heroic act. Looking back at my actions, I was ashamed and felt the guilt surging from within. I had placed a wrong judgment both to Qing and Fong. What Fong is doing for Qing was beautiful, and this was exactly why I loved him. The comfort and familiarized feeling was what kept me loving him till this day. There was nothing more pure than the feeling of comfort from one friend to another. An act of kindness in a time of need. (11) To this day, I am very grateful for what Qing has taught me. The lesson of hatred and jealousy as I was blinded by my own emotions and unreal feelings. The lesson of gratitude and appreciation for what Fong has done to another human being. The lesson of compassion, to be able to feel and comfort someone at a time of need. Most importantly, a lesson I learned about myself. To see the world with your eyes closed. (12) In life, it often takes a person a long time to understand his or her mistakes. I was blessed by Rosie’s honesty and Adam’s kind heart that enabled me to see this world in a very different perspective. As the man has opened up with his flying buttress and cathedrals, I was opened up to a truth that would never have been exposed if it were not for Rosie. And just like the man, “It’s really