In college, I rarely bothered with my glasses, mainly because they were extremely hideous and also because they were broken. I finally replaced them just before my mission, but up till then I only wore them if I was desperate and never, ever in public.
Each night, after I took my contacts out at the vanity in the hall, I would blindly come into my bedroom and hang my clothes up or whatever while having a conversation with my roommate, who was usually on her bed reading. Without fail, during this time I would hear her snickering to herself, but since I couldn't actually see her face, I wasn't sure if I was hearing things or if I was just missing the joke.
Until that one night when I didn't take out my contacts, but she thought I did. While I was talking to her, I noticed that she was pulling her face into crazy contortions. I asked her what she was doing, and she innocently said "Oh, nothing," accompanied by her familiar little giggle. I immediately called her on the face making and she finally admitted that she got her kicks by sticking her tongue out at me every night and was always amused by the fact that I couldn't see, even five feet away from her. Funny indeed. She probably still did it even after she was caught...who am I to deny her small pleasures?
That's truly how blind I am, people. If I took my glasses off right now as I am typing this, I couldn't read a darn thing on the screen until my nose was literally touching it. Last night, while at an OSU orchestra concert with Joel, I took off my glasses to clean them off for a second and was astounded at what the stage looked like uncorrected. Just a bunch of circles, like out of focus Christmas lights. And two of them in the middle were bouncing around in time to the music. Some of them on the left were moving up and down. Turns out these were the conductor's hands and the violinists arms. Crazy stuff. I watched an entire movement like this until I felt like I might throw up if I didn't put my specs back on.
So, today, I am thankful that I live in 2008 and that my glasses correct my vision just fine. I can even wear my contacts if I feel like looking pretty, and nobody has to know that I am blind. If I lived a hundred years ago, it is doubtful that I would be able to see well at all. My vision would most likely be worse because nobody would have known how badly it was deteriorating when I was young, and they wouldn't have taken the steps they did to fix it.
If I lived in biblical times, it would have taken a miracle for me to see. I could have even been one of the blind people that Jesus healed.
And nowadays? I could get Lasik if I were rich enough. That would be the modern day miracle to heal my blindness.
But until I have some windfall and the courage to go under the laser, I am just very grateful for my cool red glasses.
I'd be more lost without them than I am my camera!