My eye surgeon has given me the gift of sight. She took my cataracts out and replaced them with corrective lenses, which work better than my glasses ever did.
I have had bad vision my entire life. Now that my vision is almost normal, I feel like I know longer know me. Wierd, huh?
But I REFUSE to fuss about something so wonderful. I am going to look at things for as often and as long as I can.
Too often we are angry at people who give us help that changes our lives. I understand. Accepting help is the hardest thing that I had to learn to do. But sooner or later EVERYONE needs help.
I had always been the person who helped. I find helping people brings me more happiness than almost anything else. If you are feeling depressed, you should try to help someone else. You might be surprised at the result.
Meanwhile, my face looks back from the mirror reflecting that I am not wearing glasses.
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