I once heard about a woman who dressed in a large body suit to see what it was like to be a big person in our thin-obsessed culture. She found the experience dramatic.
Yesterday I took The Girls to see Alvin and the Chipmunks. (I think I deserve some kind of large Mimi-Scout badge.) Anyway, I took my glasses off during the movie and stuck them in my sweater. The girls lounged all over me and then when we left they were jumping and pulling on me. When we got to the car I realized my glasses were gone.
Not only is that $400 down the drain (for tri-focals) but I was inaugerated into the world of those who have little sight. I can see enough not to drive into the car in front of me, but when I got home I had to have Kyra read me recipes, find me measuring cups, read me the back of boxes. I felt so crippled.
I wasn't ill -sighted long enough to develop my other senses - smile. But I did gain a respect for those who don't have all the tools of living I take for granted.
The glasses were turned in at the theatre. So my experience was brief. Let me tell you though, I have gratitude and joy about my plastic optical augmentation that I have never had before. There is something wonderful in all the ordinary things we don't even notice. Joyeaux Noel!