susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, and again asked, "what do you mean?"the driver answered, "you know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you as you get off the bus. he makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches until you enter your office building. then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. you are one lucky lady."

　　tears of happiness poured down susan's cheeks. for although she couldn't physically see him, she had always felt mark's presence. she was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that can bring light where there is darkness.