After presenting to a group on a staff bonding retreat, a woman approached me and told me she lived my life. She was strong and looked me right in my eyes. “I was born with an incurable skin condition. People would say the same things to me. Freak. Leper. Don’t touch her she’s contagious.” As she spoke I saw her uneven skin around her neck, face and hands. As she spoke her posture change. She started to look down and become smaller. I leaned to meet her eyes and she fell into me. As we held one another she said in my ear, “ I wish that when we were kids we were friends.” I believe we were.
