For many years I had accepted a physical limitation that had become a way of life for me. When I was in fifth grade, my teacher told my mother to get me glasses. She said, “He can’t read the blackboard.” Mom got me glasses, but I wore them only when I had to. 

At the age of sixteen I went to the state motor vehicle department to get my driver’s license and was told that my license would be restricted and that I would be required to wear glasses when driving. So, I put on glasses to drive. 

Many years later as a senior driver, I went back to renew my license, and I did not pass the eye test. As a result, I could not renew my license and was told to get stronger lenses before coming back for retesting. But the optometrist told me I already had the strongest lenses available. There was nothing more he could do for me.