My wife’s explaining to our boy how she managed to pass a driving test and get a license without ever taking a driving lesson:
“I drove in Thailand and when I came over here I just took the test. I’m pretty charming. People like happy, smiling people. And when I was young, I was cute. The examiner just said, ‘okayokayokay.’ I hate to say it, but when you’re good looking, you get the benefit.”
I just got an email from a co-worker with a wedding picture attached . . .
Thanks for the picture, I wrote back. I’ve never seen a happier-looking bride, except my wife of course.
She replied, That’s for sure…I really couldn’t of been happier for that moment…
What I didn’t say: You’ll never be that young again. You’ll never be that beautiful again. You’ll never be that happy again . . .
I am so beautiful, sometimes people weep when they see me. And it has nothing to do with what I look like really, it is just that I gave myself the power to say that I am beautiful, and if I could do that, maybe there is hope for them too. And the great divide between the beautiful and the ugly will cease to be. Because we are all what we choose.
