I knew some named Andrew. He was blind,fully blind. Even though he had no luck with his sight. He was incredibly lucky. He was an intelligent young man,graduating at the age of 19. He learned quickly and became a coder for games. He was lonely. Andrew once told me that I was one of the only few who visited. I had also gifted sight to him in his dreams. 

He thanked me and I told him that I just wanted him to have everything in his dreams. Soon after years of telling me his life. He told me about his parents death when he was 2 and was ill. Andrew even said he was ill again. I was scared that I would lose him,so I started to visit less and less. Till I lingered for only a few seconds and said hi, then leave. He misses me and I know it. It's sad how fear can hold someone back.