We all have our shortcomings. Mine used to be these two things sitting on either side of my nose. I like to call them, my eyes.
Dec 1964 - Eleven years old
My mother turned off the water and walked over to me. She still had a drippy plate in her hand and an already soaked dish towel. My stopping her from doing her work, suddenly made me feel like I had said something important.
“Do you mean from where you sit in the back of the class?” she asked.
“Yeah. I kind of have to squint to see the writing on the board” I responded.
go get your eyes checked,” she said. "You probably need glasses."
I didn’t like the sound of that. She and my father both wore glasses but my brother didn’t. He was older so why was I having problems and not him. Anyhow, I figured it would be like going the doctor. If you’re sick, he gives you something to make you better. An eye doctor couldn't be much different.
When I arrived home, she and I walked up to 116th Street where the optician’s office was. After all the amazing gadgets and tests were done with, I was told that I had Myopia (what?). In other words, I was nearsighted. The further away objects were from me, the harder it was for me to focus on them. In a day or two, we returned to the eye doctor's office to pick up my first pair of glasses.
glasses just added to my depression. That I would have to adapt while playing sports was bad enough but that couldn’t compete with me feeling like these black frames added nothing positive to the way my face looked.
around all the time without this odd and remarkable appliance. Maybe I’d eventually become happier with the glasses, than without them. It was going to be great to clearly see the writing on the blackboard at school again. I didn’t want to miss a thing in the world around me so maybe this thing being part of my face now was for the best. At least some of the time, anyway. At the age of eleven, I was quickly learning what the word compromise truly meant.
photographer looked like . There was no getting away from the truth. As I grew older so did my ego but the way I felt about my vision was making me take a step backwards. That was, until my next discovery. A new product called contact lenses.
To be continued…….
Sharing a special part of yourself can only make others happy.