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vision impairment ne suifered from couldn’t be corrected with glasses.
Then a few weeks ago. Lions Club member Charlie Eldred. Harry’s neighbor down the street in Washington, called and asked him to stop by for a chat. “He wanted to know if I would submit to another examination of my eyes, that there was a possibility that I could get special lens glasses where 1 could read. Even though 1 was tempted, I said no at first, no deal. I just wanted to leave well enough alone. But he kept talking."
Eldred assured Harry that the examination wouldn't lead to surgery. "I'm a coward when it comes to that," Harry admitted. “After a while. I changed my mind. Someone was interested in me—interested in trying to get me help. At least it was worth a try.”
Charlie’s wife Fran drove Harry to the doctor's office in Fredericksburg. "They said he was very good and apparently he was:’’
At that first visit, the pressure in Harry’s eyes was abnormally high. “He said it was a sign of glaucoma and that he needed to recheck me before he made a decision on the glasses. If it was glaucoma and if it was in the early stages, the doctor said it could be treated with drops or with a laser.”
Harry made a return trip to Fredericksburg two weeks ago for another examination and a revised lens perseription. "He slid the glasses on me and at first, I couldn’t see anything. The doctor moved this little white card back and forth in front of my eyes and all I could make out was a white blur. Then all at once, there it was! The print was there. It was real and I could read it. It took me a couple of minutes but I could read it!"
To the Rappahannock Lions and to his anonymous benefactor, "who ever he is,” Harry has heartfelt thanks. “It’s the greatest thrill of my
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