Woody gets the opportunity of his career when he gets assigned to head the bomb squad. His first assignment is to oversee a bomb threat at a local elementary school. After everything seems fine, a fire engulfs the school, injuring three children....... and causing Woody to lose his sight. Unable to cope with his guilt and blindness, Woody questions the existence of God and himself. Then, an angel comes in the form of a mobility instructor and touches his heart.
It was a beautiful night in Boston. It was the beginning of fall, in late September, the nights were getting earlier, the air was crispier, and getting the leaves was turning all sorts of beautiful autumn colors. It was the perfect night for a walk through Quincy Market, which is what Woody Hoyt and his beautiful fiancée, Jordan Cavanaugh were doing.
"It's beautiful tonight, isn't it?" Woody asked, as he wrapped his arm around Jordan's shoulders.
Jordan didn't respond. She seemed pensive, lost in deep thought. She didn't put her arm around Woody's waist, like she would usually do. In fact, Jordan was twisting the lovely diamond ring Woody had given her just four months before. Jordan didn't have the blissful, joyful look that most brides-to-be have when looking at their rings.
Woody stopped himself and Jordan.
"Hey, sweet brownie, what's wrong?" he asked, gently as he took her face in his hands.
Woody saw that his fiancée had tears in her eyes. She looked upset.
Feeling upset himself, Woody asked, "Jordan, what's the matter? Please, sweetie, tell me."
Jordan brushed her tears away with her hand and looked at him straight in the eye. "I think we need to take things a step back."
Woody gave her a look that said, "What are you talking about?"
Jordan read his look and said, "I can't get married right now, Woody. I want to but I can't". She walked away from him and sat by the garden.
Feeling pain slowly creep up his heart, Woody stood by her and asked, "What- Why? Why can't you get married?"
Jordan stared into her hands, something she never did for she was always confident in herself and decisions. Ashamed, she admitted, "I feel like I can't be the wife you deserve."
Puzzled, Woody asked, "I don't follow."
Jordan took a deep breath and said, "When we got engaged, I starred thinking about the changes that I was going to go through. Like I would become a wife, and a mother, and this domestic person. Then, I thought about what I would be giving up, like freedom and being able to go anywhere and do anything. And if we're married, I won't be able to do those things."
Woody looked crestfallen.
"It's nothing against you, Woody," she said, soothingly. "It's just that there are many things I want to do before I get married and those things-"
"Don't include me," said Woody. He felt like his heart had been ripped out from him and stomped on. The pain that was creeping in his heart was now full-blown anger and he expressed it.
"How could you?" he demanded in a loud tone. "How could you lay this crap on me?"
Jordan felt tears come to her eyes. 'Woody, I know you're upset-"
"Darn right, I'm upset!" he yelled. He kicked a stone into the road. Woody turned to Jordan. "How I loved you Jordan. I loved you with all of this." He grabbed his heart.
"I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Marry you, have children with you, sit in a rocking chair holding your wrinkled hand."
Jordan watched her broken boyfriend and felt her heart break. Slowly, Jordan reached over to touch him. Woody pulled himself away and said, "Get away from me! I never want to see you again." With that, Woody stormed off and left Jordan there, crying.
"Cavanaugh, you're an idiot," she scolded herself.