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Alice was sitting in the waiting room for her first appointment with a new dentist.

Looking around the waiting room, she noticed his DDS Diploma, and on it, his full name.  She suddenly remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy from her high school with the same name.  Could he be the same guy that she had a secret crush on forty years ago?

Let’s let Alice tell the rest of the story.

Upon seeing him, I quickly discarded that thought … as my new dentist was balding, with gray hair and a deeply lined face!  He was clearly too old to have been my classmate.

But; after he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended my high school … and he had!  I then asked him what year he had graduated, and after he responded, I exclaimed, “You were in my class!”

He looked at me closely … then that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat-assed, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a-bitch asked,

“What did you teach?”

[Author unknown, but greatly appreciated!  If you or anyone you know has a proprietary interest in this story please authenticate and I will be happy to credit, or remove, as appropriate.]


Go ahead, take your time, reread before you proceed and chuckle some more …


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There are always, without fail, two perspectives — ours, and the rest of the world’s.

We have a reality that the rest of the world will never know.  We know who we are, inside.

But the rest of the world has a reality about us that we would rather not know … and on those occasions when we’re confronted with that reality … well … it could be crushing!

Alice was only momentarily crushed … and perhaps her story can be our antidote?