By Curtis Going Not long after my wife, Jennifer, and I were married, we discovered that I had a vision problem. As we would drive down the interstate, Jennifer would point to a sign and read what it said and I would ask, “What sign?” because I could not see it. Other times, as I tried to steer our vehicle into a parking lot entrance, I would enter the turn earlier than I should have, and I bumped into curbs numerous times and nearly drove into a ditch once or twice.  I desperately needed to...