Three blind men

I had a parable-like experience but it had no lesson and no obvious meaning. If I were a pastor I would write a sermon about it:

I walked up to my apartment building and found two men struggling to get a huge couch through the front entrance and up the stairs. One of them shouted, "A little help here?!" I assumed he was talking to me so I rushed to help.

They were going about it all wrong so when the couch inevitably got stuck I told them they should rotate the thing so that it had a chance of getting around the first corner of several. They didn’t seem to take my advice or acknowledge it. Another guy walked over to help. This third man had a white cane. He tried to help, too, but the whole endeavor was going nowhere. My suspicions grew.

Finally an older lady walked up and whispered to me, "All three of them are blind." She then gave them the same advice I did about rotating the couch, but she was more explicit about how they had to do it. Eventually they got it in.

I knew there were two institutes for blind people a block from me where advocacy and training goes on for people who cannot see. They often practice walking around in my neighborhood, very considerately wearing the sunglasses and white cane that reduce the chance of misunderstandings. But I had no way of knowing that the two men struggling with the couch were blind. When I see them around the building, of course, I will know to offer assistance if appropriate. But this particular instance was unexpected.

Again, it was a "three blind men" parable but with no clear moral. Except perhaps to be ready for the unexpected.