As I was struggling at work this week to read some fine print, I realized I needed the help of my twenty-something workmate, Max. It took him seconds to read what I could not.
I know my eyesight is weakening, but honestly, I have had a good run; being able to accommodate my vision changes throughout the years.
In third grade I got my first pair of glasses, a result of the teacher telling my mother I was squinting at the bulletin board. They were cat glasses, a popular style at the time, but I was still embarrassed and took my glasses off as I passed by the fourth and fifth grade boys as we walked the halls.
As I grew up, glasses were a mainstay. I needed them to read the blackboard, to see street signs when I began driving, and to pick out my friends from a crowd at the football game.