I woke up this morning and the light went on.

I saw things differently.

But I needed help to clarify.

So I went to the eye doctor.

I stood in line, and then it was my turn.

“I need help. I see things differently.”

The receptionist handed me a chart.

As I remember, it was something like this:


Eye Problems that need a referral to another department:
Do you suffer from:
Blind ambition?
Blind rage?
Blind faith?
Narrow vision?
Short sightedness?
The inability to distinguish?
Other: _____
If so, we can write a referral.
We’re here to help.

So I pointed to “Blind faith” and they wrote a referral.
“Take this next door. They’re ready for you.”

So I went out and opened the next door and went in.

“Welcome. Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. Tell me about it.”

“Well, I’m having trouble believing.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Just since this morning when I woke up.”

“You’re the third person today. Let’s talk.”

So we talked.

I was there for about an hour.

I felt like I had been to a brain spa, washed clean in a good way.

Resurrected.
Dots connected.

I paid the $10 co-pay, and walked out a new man.