Fortune, fortunate, fortis
For everyone who has felt the need to point out my rosacea (and a big thanks to all – I don’t own a mirror, so thank god you told me), I present you with this little story and the hope that you either learn something or just shut up.
By some twist of fate or fortune I stumbled upon this story the day that a woman stopped me, stopped me!, so she could spend five minutes telling me how sorry she was for my skin. I spent another ten upstairs in the office crying. And then I read this and I keep going back to it.