New Story with Every Adjustment

As she handed me her glasses a confession was flowing before we reached our chairs. While walking through a building she face planted into a glass door leaving an authentic blemish in the anti reflective coating on her lens. Ouch! I listened intently while I assessed what needed to be done. In hopes of consoling her I shared my own humbling experience. We laughed and she allowed me to share her tale. (Am I alone when i think her smudge is cool?)