I remember when I first had to go to the eye doctor as a kid. It was terrible. The office was small, and there was a child screaming as soon as I walked in, which didn’t make my anxiety any better. After waiting 30 minutes and having a machine blow air in my eyes, the doctor told me I needed glasses. These were the days when glasses were not cool to wear either. After picking out the ugliest pair of glasses, I asked the doctor how much better would I see with glasses, and he said, “Kody, you will see more than before.” I ...