Sitting in a booth with a cherished friend of over twenty plus years is one of the greatest joys of my life. I cannot see her face across the table, but I would know her anywhere. We are connected by sharing, laughter and love and somehow knew each other before that first introduction and handshake so long ago.
Would I love to be able to look her in the eye when we are together? Absolutely. But given a choice between the two, interior beats exterior every time. This may seem obvious, after all, we are taught as children that it’s not what’s on the outside that counts. But now that I live a life without the ability to see the external, I definitely have the inside track.
