Do you have wacko memories of eye doctor visits? Joint the secret club of SSBE–Surviving Senility and Bad Eyes. “God grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.”

I don’t know who said that, but I think she was one wise woman. That prayer has finally been answered for me. Cataract surgery on the left eye is completed, and I now expect to see with 20/20 vision those folks I want to see, and I pray I embrace with dignity the senility that causes me to forget the folks I don’t want to see. Neither will I have to endure the eye doctor visits described by Brian Regan in this humorous clip.

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So fess up–what memories of eye doctors, dentists, and the principal’s office haunt you at night? And if I am one of those folks that senility has caused you to forget, don’t tell me. Just fake it.

In Him together, Susan Gaddis