As the day progressed, my father, who never really talked much, remarked about all the apples in the tree across the road. I looked up, liking apples, and queried, "Which tree?" He looked at me as if I might be joking and a backhanded smack might be in order. He pointed definitively at a tree and said, "That tree with all the red apples!" I touched my left cheek to his short sleeve and looked down his right arm and off his pointed stogie stained index finger to the tree. I figured the closer I stayed to his hand the less it would sting when it hit. I couldn't see any apples from a distance of 200'. I jumped up from my chair, quickly putting distance between my cheek and his hand, and walked towards the tree. The closer I got to the tree, the better I could discern the red apples from the green leaves and it was only after the relative size of the apples was large compared to the mass of leaves. I guess parents don't need to be polite to their children. Children need to learn to be polite to their parents.
Within the last 15 - 20 years, I needed to be tested every two years for a commercial driver's license. Every time, I failed the color blind tests. At that point each doctor would realize they had found a jewel that needed to be mined. Doc would gather all the staff to witness my inability to see the numbers hidden in the graphics. I felt like a curiosity, a freak, some three legged chicken or a two headed calf in a bottle of formaldehyde. Does knowledge override politeness?
|If you see a 2 you have Red-Green color deficiency. I see a 2.|
I've lived with the knowledge of my color perception deficiency for some 50 years. I've called myself a photographer for the last 40 odd years. I guess I figured out how to get around my handicap. Either that or there really are some polite people in the world.
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