Maurie’s Story – I Wish I Lived In An Island

Maurie Enright was three-and-a-half years old when he lost his right eye in an accident with a piece of tin while he was playing. From then on, everything was against him: his father died not long afterwards, the family lived in poor conditions, and Maurie had to go to school wearing a pink eye patch for years. Constantly teased by the other kids, Maurie spent his lunch hours alone under the school building, hating everyone and everything.

And then a diligent social worker discovered Alec Powell, Perth’s first ocularist, a man who inspired Maurie to turn his life around and give to those less fortunate than the rest.

Maurie’s story is heart-warming and inspirational. Grab a tea or coffee – because it’s quite long – and settle back for a truly rewarding read.

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  1. Avatar for ellen marasigan ellen marasigan says:

    we have same situation. but till now i am suffering to it, become one eye blind person is so hard… i hate my life.. if only you could know my stories…

    • Avatar for Jenny Jenny says:

      We would love to hear your story. You will most likely find it cathartic writing it down. Putting your words on to paper takes it out of the emotional side of the brain and puts it in to the practical side. You can keep the story or send it to us to publish. I hope you find it healing.

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