I attended a very small, private elementary school out in the country. At the beginning of each school year, the teachers would haul out the same old eye chart to test the vision of all the students. My vision was not good, but I hated the thought of wearing glasses. I thought the other kids would make fun of me and call me “four eyes”. So I memorized that eye chart, and passed my vision test each year, despite my fuzzy eyesight.
That worked until seventh grade. The school crossed me up by using a new eye chart. I was busted. My near-sightedness was diagnosed, and I had to wear glasses. I was miserable, until I put those glasses on. I was amazed at what I was missing. I could see the blackboard clearly, I could see cars on the road outside the building, during recess I could see the baseball so much better on the playground. I did take a little teasing, but the improved vision was well worth it.
Sometimes the thing you most fear turns out to be the blessing you don’t expect.
Amen
Hahahaha. Fun. Nab@#
Yep. Good old Nabob.