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	When I was ~~five to six~~ weeks old my mother noticed my right eye ~~completed~~. I think I was looking at my nose. People stick their faces ~~close to~~ a baby's and I saw some real honkers on a number of the folks who ~~have been~~ cooing at me. My guess is I wanted to ~~ensure~~ I didn't grow a Pinocchio schnoozola during MY countenance. <br>Fortunately, I didn't. A small beak has graced my punim for longer than five decades. Unfortunately my lazy eye saddled with me. Two surgeries later and my crossed eye (~~an ailment~~ known as strabismus) ~~isn't~~ as noticeable, but it's there. Rather than fight it, I decided to embrace it.<br>The cross-eyed optimist has a unique ~~method of~~ looking at things and I ~~wish~~ to share ~~by investing in~~ you. <br>As many self-help authors and philosophers have stated, it is not what happens ~~to you~~, but ~~alternatively~~ your attitude about ~~how are you affected~~ that matters. It makes me ~~imagine~~ that joke ~~concerning~~ the kid who wanted a pony for Christmas. The child was a ~~considerable~~ optimist with no matter ~~present~~ his parents told the boy they are able to not afford a pony ~~the kid~~ never lost hope. Finally, in disgust, the ~~little one~~'s older brother wrapped up a box of horse manure. When the little optimist opened the stinky present instead of being upset he was absolutely gleeful. He excitedly exclaimed, “I found the poop, now all I have to do is ~~get~~ the pony that ~~fits~~ it.”<br>This analogy is ~~often~~ meant as ~~being~~ a slam against optimism, but I get the story encouraging. And whenever I ~~imagine~~ it I hope that somewhere a hopeful girl ~~or boy~~ is getting the pony they ~~expected~~, even if they don't ~~obtain~~ it until they~~'re~~ old enough to ~~acquire~~ one and shovel the poop themselves.<br>My world view ~~has long been~~ a bit skewed. Due to my strabismus I never developed depth perception. My mother noticed something was wrong when I ~~was~~ a baby and I would ~~take~~ an object and miss it on the First Coast Living ([http://Youtu.be/ZYkaiFUt2nc ~~Highly recommended Web-site~~]) and ~~sometimes~~ second attempts. This became more obvious when I was ~~finding out~~ how to drink from a cup. I would invariably knock the glass over. But, the ~~great~~ parents that they ~~were~~, they never yelled at me in regards to the spilled milk. <br>In time I learned to adapt. I occasionally bump into things, but I can drink milk without ~~toting~~ (~~usually~~) hit a tennis ball, catch a softball, play golf and ~~execute a~~ variety of tasks without anyone being the wiser. Driving ~~a vehicle~~ is probably the most ~~difficult task~~ I ~~deal with~~ my ~~lack of~~ depth perception. However, ~~again~~ I've ~~addressed~~ the issue. I have learned to be cautious, courteous and provides other drivers room enough. Tailgaiting is ~~completely~~ out of the question. <br>The outward appearance of living life with strabismus was more problematic. People would comment about ~~this~~, some kids teased me, ~~while~~ others simply asked if I was ~~taking a look at~~ them or otherwise. I got ~~inside~~ the habit of avoiding eye contact with folks (something I'm still working on.) Much to my chagrin the “~~submitted~~” eye became ~~even~~ more pronounced in pictures. I adapted by acting as being a clown, ~~especially~~ when a camera was in sight. It is rare to ~~find~~ a picture of me when I'm younger where I'm not sporting ~~an exotic~~ rubber-face pose ~~that can~~ only Jerry Lewis or Jim Carey could be proud of. <br>However, what ~~ended up~~ a setback took over as impetus ~~for me to~~ develop my love of life. I learned how to tell a tale before I toddled off and away to school. I gained more empathy persons who were “different” whether that meant befriending ~~girls and boys~~ of color, different religions or ~~those who~~ had physical or mental disabilities. Many of these childhood acquaintances are still my loyal friends ~~greater~~ than 45 years later. <br>My ~~power~~ to mine jokes morphed into expertise to ~~create~~ stories with comedic overtones. I don't make funny faces in the camera any further (typically.) However, I can still pull a ~~couple of~~ goofy stunts away from my hat. My quacking Donald Duck sneeze is still a favorite with my granddaughters. They laugh and say, “Grandma, you're silly.” Hey easier to sound like a duck than look ~~as being~~ a duck.<br>I can't claim that I'm happy I was born which has a lazy eye. I was relieved neither of my daughters inherited this trait, nor did my granddaughters. However, they~~'ve been~~ exposed to my slightly skewed ~~view of~~ the world and take joy of what I've learned ~~from your~~ experience. They embrace diversity in their friendships, these are compassionate ~~and~~ they never tailgate while driving. They're still working about the Donald Duck sneeze.<br>The ~~bottom line~~ is we are all unique. We can curse our perceived deficiencies or use it being a catalyst for self growth. I think Roald Dahl stated it best.<br>“A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You ~~can~~ have a wonky nose ~~as well as~~ a crooked mouth ~~as well as~~ a double chin and stick-out teeth, but ~~when~~ you have good thoughts they ~~are going to~~ shine ~~out of~~ your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”		When I was 6 weeks old my mother noticed my right eye turned in. I think I was looking at my nose. People stick their faces all-around a baby's and I saw some real honkers on a number of the folks who were cooing at me. My guess is I wanted to make sure I didn't grow a Pinocchio schnoozola during MY countenance. <br>Fortunately, I didn't. A small beak has graced my punim for longer than five decades. Unfortunately my lazy eye saddled with me. Two surgeries later and my crossed eye (a condition known as strabismus) is not as noticeable, but it's there. Rather than fight it, I decided to embrace it.<br>The cross-eyed optimist has a unique strategy for looking at things and I desire to share that with you. <br>As many self-help authors and philosophers have stated, it is not what happens for your requirements, but your attitude about what goes on that matters. It makes me consider that joke about the kid who wanted a pony for Christmas. The child was a severe optimist with no matter how often his parents told the boy they are able to not afford a pony a child never lost hope. Finally, in disgust, the child's older brother wrapped up a box of horse manure. When the little optimist opened the stinky present instead of being upset he was absolutely gleeful. He excitedly exclaimed, “I found the poop, now all I have to do is find the pony that complements it.”<br>This analogy is usually meant as a slam against optimism, but I get the story encouraging. And whenever I think about it I hope that somewhere a hopeful boy or girl is getting the pony they wanted, even though they don't get it until they may be old enough to get one and shovel the poop themselves.<br>My world view is definitely a bit skewed. Due to my strabismus I never developed depth perception. My mother noticed something was wrong when I would have been a baby and I would reach for an object and miss it for the First Coast Living ([http://Youtu.be/ZYkaiFUt2nc http://Youtu.be/ZYkaiFUt2nc]) and infrequently second attempts. This became more obvious when I was understanding how to drink from your cup. I would invariably knock the glass over. But, the nice parents that they are, they never yelled at me in regards to the spilled milk. <br>In time I learned to adapt. I occasionally bump into things, but I can drink milk without using it (more often than not) hit a tennis ball, catch a softball, play golf and perform variety of tasks without anyone being the wiser. Driving an automobile is probably the most trial I manage my insufficient depth perception. However, once more I've handled the issue. I have learned to become cautious, courteous and provides other drivers room enough. Tailgaiting is absolutely out of the question. <br>The outward appearance of living life with strabismus was more problematic. People would comment about it, some kids teased me, yet others simply asked if I was considering them or otherwise not. I got within the habit of avoiding eye-to-eye contact with folks (something I'm still working on.) Much to my chagrin the “completed” eye became a lot more pronounced in pictures. I adapted by acting being a clown, specially when a camera what food was in sight. It is rare to discover a picture of me when I'm younger where I'm not sporting a silly rubber-face pose which could only Jerry Lewis or Jim Carey could be proud of. <br>However, what was a setback took over as impetus will develop my love of life. I learned how you can tell a tale before I toddled off and away to school. I gained more empathy persons who were “different” whether that meant befriending children of color, different religions or people that had physical or mental disabilities. Many of these childhood acquaintances are still my loyal friends more than 45 years later. <br>My capability to mine jokes morphed into expertise to generate stories with comedic overtones. I don't make funny faces on the camera any further (typically.) However, I can still pull a few goofy stunts away from my hat. My quacking Donald Duck sneeze is still a favorite with my granddaughters. They laugh and say, “Grandma, you're silly.” Hey easier to sound like a duck than look like a duck.<br>I can't claim that I'm happy I was born which has a lazy eye. I was relieved neither of my daughters inherited this trait, nor did my granddaughters. However, they are exposed to my slightly skewed take a look at the world and take joy with what I've learned through the experience. They embrace diversity within their friendships, these are compassionate plus they never tailgate while driving. They're still working about the Donald Duck sneeze.<br>The point is we are all unique. We can curse our perceived deficiencies or use it as being a catalyst for self growth. I think Roald Dahl stated it best.<br>“A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You could have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they'll shine beyond your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”

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When I was five to six weeks old my mother noticed my right eye completed. I think I was looking at my nose. People stick their faces close to a baby's and I saw some real honkers on a number of the folks who have been cooing at me. My guess is I wanted to ensure I didn't grow a Pinocchio schnoozola during MY countenance. Fortunately, I didn't. A small beak has graced my punim for longer than five decades. Unfortunately my lazy eye saddled with me. Two surgeries later and my crossed eye (an ailment known as strabismus) isn't as noticeable, but it's there. Rather than fight it, I decided to embrace it. The cross-eyed optimist has a unique method of looking at things and I wish to share by investing in you. As many self-help authors and philosophers have stated, it is not what happens to you, but alternatively your attitude about how are you affected that matters. It makes me imagine that joke concerning the kid who wanted a pony for Christmas. The child was a considerable optimist with no matter present his parents told the boy they are able to not afford a pony the kid never lost hope. Finally, in disgust, the little one's older brother wrapped up a box of horse manure. When the little optimist opened the stinky present instead of being upset he was absolutely gleeful. He excitedly exclaimed, “I found the poop, now all I have to do is get the pony that fits it.” This analogy is often meant as being a slam against optimism, but I get the story encouraging. And whenever I imagine it I hope that somewhere a hopeful girl or boy is getting the pony they expected, even if they don't obtain it until they're old enough to acquire one and shovel the poop themselves. My world view has long been a bit skewed. Due to my strabismus I never developed depth perception. My mother noticed something was wrong when I was a baby and I would take an object and miss it on the First Coast Living ([http://Youtu.be/ZYkaiFUt2nc Highly recommended Web-site]) and sometimes second attempts. This became more obvious when I was finding out how to drink from a cup. I would invariably knock the glass over. But, the great parents that they were, they never yelled at me in regards to the spilled milk. In time I learned to adapt. I occasionally bump into things, but I can drink milk without toting (usually) hit a tennis ball, catch a softball, play golf and execute a variety of tasks without anyone being the wiser. Driving a vehicle is probably the most difficult task I deal with my lack of depth perception. However, again I've addressed the issue. I have learned to be cautious, courteous and provides other drivers room enough. Tailgaiting is completely out of the question. The outward appearance of living life with strabismus was more problematic. People would comment about this, some kids teased me, while others simply asked if I was taking a look at them or otherwise. I got inside the habit of avoiding eye contact with folks (something I'm still working on.) Much to my chagrin the “submitted” eye became even more pronounced in pictures. I adapted by acting as being a clown, especially when a camera was in sight. It is rare to find a picture of me when I'm younger where I'm not sporting an exotic rubber-face pose that can only Jerry Lewis or Jim Carey could be proud of. However, what ended up a setback took over as impetus for me to develop my love of life. I learned how to tell a tale before I toddled off and away to school. I gained more empathy persons who were “different” whether that meant befriending girls and boys of color, different religions or those who had physical or mental disabilities. Many of these childhood acquaintances are still my loyal friends greater than 45 years later. My power to mine jokes morphed into expertise to create stories with comedic overtones. I don't make funny faces in the camera any further (typically.) However, I can still pull a couple of goofy stunts away from my hat. My quacking Donald Duck sneeze is still a favorite with my granddaughters. They laugh and say, “Grandma, you're silly.” Hey easier to sound like a duck than look as being a duck. I can't claim that I'm happy I was born which has a lazy eye. I was relieved neither of my daughters inherited this trait, nor did my granddaughters. However, they've been exposed to my slightly skewed view of the world and take joy of what I've learned from your experience. They embrace diversity in their friendships, these are compassionate and they never tailgate while driving. They're still working about the Donald Duck sneeze. The bottom line is we are all unique. We can curse our perceived deficiencies or use it being a catalyst for self growth. I think Roald Dahl stated it best. “A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose as well as a crooked mouth as well as a double chin and stick-out teeth, but when you have good thoughts they are going to shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”