As walked into the hotel, I felt a massive pain in my head. I’m 28 years old, a successful journalist, in good health, but something terrible happens, I glace at the clock on the wall, I can see the handle of the clock, but no matter how hard I look at the hand, I do not know the time. As a small child, I say aloud to myself, “The big hand is on twelve and the little hand at eight,”as I hear my describing the position of the hand I figure that out 8o’clock I awaken to discover that I can tell time by the sound but not by sight.

‘Steve Fishman’, the registration clerk to call my name, and it means my room is ready. I glance down to pick up my luggage and noted that one of my shoelaces are untied. As I have done a thousand times, I reach down and pick up the loose laces. For some reason, when I look at my fingers, I can not make it move in the right sequence to tie my shoes. I close my eyes to try to calm myself. Without looking at my gingers, I try again. Somehow, my fingers automatically move in the right order and my shoelace is tied. I can tie my shoelaces by touch but not my vision.