[337 words] I was born with extremely poor eyesight. My poor vision began to manifest itself in elementary school. At one point in the sixth grade my grades were horrible because of my vision. My mother was called in for a conference about my grades. I was terrified! I mean, the meeting wasn’t about some good news my teacher was about to share. He was going to drop a bombshell about my grades, and I feared the consequences! The meeting began with tension in the air and the teacher quickly said to my mother, “He needs glasses.” This was a huge relief. I sank in my seat and whispered, “Thank you.” My gladness was based on the fact I felt like I was safe, for the moment, from wrath from my parents in relation to my low grades. I wasn’t concerned with glasses. As time moved on and I…