in a couple of days. I was bumping into trees and falling off curbs, and close friends thought
I was snubbing them but I just couldn't tell who they were.
Fortunately, my grandfather Auldridge took me to an opthamologist [my parents didn't care]
and we were able to reverse the infection that was damaging my optic nerve.
That was pretty frightening, I am glad my art teacher, Mr. Fowle, insisted I get someone to help me. I might not have thought of asking my granddad.
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