I once met a Holocaust survivor who used his tattooed prisoner number from Auschwitz as his bank account pin.
Today, in London, I met a woman who turned a traumatic car accident and the damage it did to her face into inspiration for her holistic skin and wellness clinic in the city.
I was reminded again that nothing in life is ever wasted. My life is steeped in gratitude for all that I have experienced and all who have been my unintended teachers.
ps...In case you haven't noticed, I'm taking a slight break from the blog. I needed to sort my self out in the real world before I could dive back into this virtual life :) See you guys in January. I promise I'll have some literary goodies for you!
smooches!
