Standing in line at the post office today, there was a middle-aged worker helping us. Looking at me, he spoke up, “Do you mind if I ask you a question?” Almost instantly, I knew he was probably about to ask me about my birthmark. (As 99.999% of questions from total strangers are about that very topic.) Replying with a smile, I told him, “Sure.”
Then, instead of asking me a question, he told me, “My daughter has the same birthmark as you do. And actually, so does my niece. I know many people can be unkind with how they react to birthmarks like yours, but just ignore them. You are beautiful.”
Dear sir…Thank you for your kindness. You’re making the world a more beautiful place.