A couple of years ago, my dad told me that he had a cataract in his eye and that he barely could see out of it. He said he needed to get it fixed.
"Cool. Go to the doctor and get it taken care of," I said.
"I will," he replied.
One month became three; three months turned into six months; and a year later, even after numerous calls from a ticked-off son, he still had not gone to the doctor.
So one morning, when I was hosting the 6-9 a.m. talk sho ...
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