Let me begin by sharing a story from my childhood. When I was 8 years old, for some reason I thought it would be cool to have glasses, even though I had twenty-twenty vision. My mother took me to my regularly scheduled eye exam. As foolish as I was, I was smart enough to know that you don’t go and fail miserably. So, when I saw an E, I said F. When I saw an I, I said T. When they showed me an O, I said Q and so forth.
In the end, the optometrist informed my mother that I would need glasses. With an expression of surprise and subdued enthusiasm, I picked out my frames from a wall of choices.