This is a modern day parable about a girl who could not read well. She bought books – oh, so many books – and dreamed of being a great writer.
But she could not read well and the books collected dust. She would sit down to read and within ten minutes her eyes were wandering along with her mind. Try as she might, she could not keep her eyes on the words on the page.
Her book shelves were filled with books she had only skimmed. When people talked about their favorite books, she would cry because she too, wanted to feel the connection to the story and the author.
This girl grew older and her problem persisted. She excelled in business and thrived in a world that looked for bullet points, not stories. Secretly, though, she still longed to be a great reader and writer.
One day, after reaching middle age, she went to the optometrist and told him about her problem keeping her eyes focused. She had previously told doctors that she had trouble reading, but never in this level of detail. She said that after only a few minutes, it felt like her eyeballs were turning back into her head and forcing her eyes shut – like to go to sleep, but she was not tired.
The eye doctor gave the woman a new test, one that measures how well her eyes were coming together to focus on a light. Alas, her eyes were not coming together. The doctor had good news for the woman – he could give her a special eyeglass prescription that helped the eyes focus and this would solve her reading problem.
The woman felt a sense of relief quickly followed by anger. All this time, she could have been a better reader. Decades of books never read.