This is me back at work after the incident. I attended meetings with other NGOs with this beautiful face. I even had to lead a meeting with my forehead a sight for sore eyes. You see the unfortunate part (for others) when I lead a meeting is that they have to look at me. I scare myself every time I look in the mirror. Poor folks!In the end, I wonder if this face of mine will heal. No worries, as they say, girls dig scars. Perhaps it's a little late in my life to be testing out this theory.
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I have to say, besides the slight and temporary redecoration of features with what should be inside coming out, you're looking good! And don't worry -- the right girl will definitely "dig" any scar(s). :o) I promise you that.
Thanks for the blog updates; it's fun to see what you're up to a learn a slice of life in LR.
Good to hear from you!
I believe it is good to laugh at life. There is humour in so much of what happens around us. That said there are moments that give us reason to pause and thank God that we survive our stupidity. Sometimes those moments are not separated by much time lapse.
Chicks dig scars, but maybe not on the front of the dome. It is quite a gouge.
How are things for you? What's new on your end of this spinning globe?
Celebrate the moment,
Marcel