Blindness
The sympathetic and inquisitive old lady at the seashore was delighted and thrilled by an old sailor’s narrative of how he was washed overboard during a gale and was only rescued after having sunk for the third time.
“And, of course,” she commented brightly, “after you sank the third time, your whole past life passed before your eyes.”
“I presoom as how it did, mum,” the sailor agreed. “But bein’ as I had my eyes shut, I missed it.”