While drying out, one day and nursing the bruised ego and left knee, my fishing buddy teased me, "Because he'd never seen me fall before". (I didn't know, where HE'S been?).
Anyway, I fell, because I was wearing my "progressive lenses", (read;"Bifocals"), and when I GLANCED down at my feet, to move upstream, (I didn't actually, fully LOOK thru my upper lenses), down I went on a rock "out of focus".
I've never worn them, while fishing, since that day. It was weird to have the changed vision, when looking down thru the different lens change.
Now, I always weat my "FlipFocals" when magnifying something.
Saint Paul-"The Highly Confused"
You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson