When he first put the purple rimmed glasses on me it was as though I was not in HD but blue ray movie... weird, too dramatic, too fine. But after a few minutes my eyes adjusted. I started looking at nature around me as I walked back to my house. Everything is so crisp and so clear. No longer just the dull vision as before.
In my short walk from the vision center to my rented duplex, my thoughts ran back to a time in Morocco, helping eye doctors make eye glasses for children in poverty. Many of them had the same expression I'm sure I just had. Peering through the glass looking up at the trees, down at the grass, across at the street sign. It's the same thing as it was before but just different.
What was it like to go from the extremes as some children experienced. Not being able to see the shape of your best friends face to suddenly seeing her deep dark brown eyes and perfectly round face framed by a white hijab lined with delicate red and gold designs.
Sometimes I envy the one who experiences such extremes in life, to be blind and then see. My new way to see has always been just slight, just a little sharper, wondering if there may be a day to see even slightly sharper than this.
Regardless, I'll do my best to remember the blessings of discovering a new way to see.
