Corrective vision

My friend was sobbing over the telephone. “I’m going blind,” she said. On the face of it, her prognosis seemed daunting. She has an elderly husband for whom she has to care, and she needs to be able to drive a car. I tried to comfort her, but it seemed to little avail.

A few days later I telephoned back to inquire how she was doing, and found her laughing and her normal self. She then proceeded to tell me she had gone to the optometrist, who’d examined her and asked, “Let me see your glasses.” 

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