If I had to give up any sense it would probably be smell, I get the waft from the pig farms now and again so it would be nice not to smell that. What I wouldn’t want to give up is my sight, in fact, the thought of it scares me into a (not so) mild panic. I cherish this sense with every fibre of my being.
I have a friend who has been blind from birth and is now in his early 40’s. He lives his life exactly as we with all our senses do and is, I would say, 99% independent. I saw him last Saturday and he told me about his bell ringing (big church bells) and about how much he enjoys it. He said that he had to be careful not to do too much though, as it causes calluses on his fingers, which means that he can’t read braille or use his phone.
I just couldn’t stop thinking about this and how careful he has to be because his hands are his eyes.