This particular day at school it was almost time to go home. We were finishing up the last class when at the blink of any eye everything went darker than usual! I looked up and could see the light still on but something was wrong. I asked the teacher, “What happened to the lights? It’s real dark in here.” She thought I was giving her a hard time and told me to be quiet.

It didn’t take me long to realize my right eye had lost all vision. Believe me I was scared!

When I told my parents about this, they immediately made an appointment for me to see an eye surgeon in Willimantic. The pastor of our church agreed to take me up there.

Arriving at the doctor's office, the pastor stayed in the car while I went up to see the doctor- alone and scared.

The doctor gave me a report for my parents, but told me the results of his examination. The nerves in my right eye were completely dead. There was no way I would ever see with it again! Also I could expect the left eye to eventually follow suit, but I would probably be able to see with it for maybe fifteen years at the most, and then I would go totally blind!

That was one of the biggest shocks of my life. How I got home and what was said, I do not know. I do know that for those next fifteen years and plus, I saw many doctors, wore many different eyeglasses, and kept hoping the doctor was wrong.

He was wrong, to a degree. I commenced to live a normal life, got my driver’s license and a car, got married at age twenty-four, and had a family of six children. Life was not a bed of roses, but I was hanging on to my faith in God, that He would stand by me as His word promises.

Two years ago circumstances changed. My doctor said eyeglasses could no longer help. I would need an operation on my good eye. But before he dared to try it, he wanted to remove a cataract that had formed on my blind eye. He cautioned me that it was only to see the effects it would have on me, and that it would not make me see. The nerves in that eye were still completely dead.

Now I had seen so many doctors and hospitals in my time, so I wasn’t too pleased except for one fact; a great peace and calm came over my whole body. No fear, no anxiety. I heard a voice saying, “It’s OK” I looked at the doctor and said, “Maybe God thinks fifty seven years of sight problems is enough and He will give me back my sight.”

The doctor said there was no way I could see with my right eye, and there was a 50-50 chance with the left. I should be very sure before I agreed.

God had said “OK” so I told the doctor to go for it. A time was set for the next week and the operation was done.

When the doctor removed a portion of the bandages and I could immediately see a difference. He said “No! You can’t see! Come into my office in a few days and we will remove all the bandages.

I did so and the nurse showed me an eye chart, covered up my good eye and pointed at the large “B” at the top and asked if I could tell what she was doing. I was as happy as a lark! I then proceeded to read her the letters at the bottom of the chart which I had never before seen in my life even with my good eye.

I left the doctor’s office with the doctor shaking his head and saying, “It can’t be true, it didn’t happen!” I told him with God all things are possible. All it takes is a little faith.

The rest of my days I have spent thanking God for my eyes and observing all the beauty He has provided in this world that I had missed all of my life. “Praise God from whom all blessings flow!” 

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