Proof The Bible Is True

I was never going to get better. In fact, I was going to get worse. A vein attached to my retina had hemorrhaged. An occlusion, the doctor called it. The pressure from the blood slowly building up behind my right eye was nearly unbearable.

 

Laser surgery would relieve the pain but not stem the loss of vision in my eye. In time, macular degeneration would cause my left eye to go blind as well. It was already starting. Darkness was taking over. Just when I thought a new life was beginning.

 

My wife, Shirley, and I had retired and were finishing up our dream house. I’d started my own bluegrass group, Uncle Sam & the Gospel Gang. These were supposed to be my golden years. Golden? Black was more like it. Blind.

 

And the darkness ran deeper than my eyesight. It blotted my soul. I’d always been a faithful man, but if there was hope for me, I couldn’t see it. All I heard was, “There’s nothing more to be done, Mr. Vaught.”

 

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