That thing that happened so many years ago affected the way I see everything.

When I was about 7 years old, a tiny twig fell into my right eye as I was looking up at my friend who was climbing a tree. After being quickly brought to the eye doctor, he skillfully extracted the tiniest offender. That splinter of a twig. A couple days later, everything was back to normal and life went on.Over time, I never noticed any complications as a result from that small injury. My vision was always excellent. As I approached my 30s I began to notice some blurriness while driving at night. It seemed age and years in front of screens began taking its toll. After a doctor’s visits and some new glasses, I learned that there is a small scar on my right retina. Not only is there a scar, but had it been a millimeter over to one side, I would have been blinded to only seeing out of my peripheral through that eye. This was such a surprise. I never noticed any issues. What a miracle that I didn’t have such an injury.I should be partially blind right now not because of how close the scar is to the center of my retina, but because of where the scar actually is located. Somehow my brain has accommodated and taken care of me over the years. It has adapted my vision so well. I can see normally. It's the miracles we live with and have adapted to which sometimes get the least amount of recognition. Just because it's always been there doesn't mean it's any less of a miracle.Sometimes I do see a “floater” or spot in my right eye that hovers. It comes and goes, but now when I notice it I remember the miracle and am amazed at the gift of vision in spite if my injury.