Nightlights are not for wimps

One of my least favorite things is having to feel my way blindly through dark confined spaces. I was reminded just now as I felt my way through the dark kitchen to return the extra sharp Tillamook cheddar to the refrigerator and opened the freezer while feeling for a shelf in the refrigerator which was not open, of a time when I blindly felt my way out of my bedroom down the hallway to the bathroom, to shower for early morning seminary. That particular morning I misjudged the distance I'd traveled and abruptly whacked my forehead into a nicely framed James Christensen lithographic original, instead of turning left into the bathroom. After showering, turning on a hallway light to return to my bedroom, realizing it was 4 am not 6 am, and examining the spider web cracking I'd created in the frame I'd assaulted with my head, I realized a profound truth: Nightlights are not for wimps, they are for safety.