It is my gift; It is my curse: my face.
While waiting for the 95 bus to take me to my (grownup) job today something happened. Something mystical. Something that teetered that fine line between joy and sorrow.
Not one, but two, school buses stopped to pick me up within the course of an hour.
This picture taken mere moment before the great school bus incident of 2012
You life is not so great 