Give Kindness As If It Were Free

Give Kindness As If It Were Free

By the time I was six months old, my raised, bumpy, dark red birthmark covered half of my face. It was the only thing most people saw when they looked at me and it was a source of many awkward moments for my very young and very shy mom.

She tells a story of a woman who made a beeline for her in the store one day when I was still an infant. My mom saw her coming and thought for sure this woman was coming to find out what was wrong with her baby or to make an inappropriate comment, but she didn’t.

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