Knowledge is a mighty tool, but how it will affect a person is unpredictable.

The log officer handed me a pair of examination gloves. Pink. Everyone else wore red or black.“Thanks.” I glanced at her name tag. “Officer Kennedy.”“You’re welcome. They support breast cancer awareness.”I snapped on the gloves. “I knew that. I’m always willing to do my part to keep breasts safe.”“We appreciate that, sir.

Having extreme physical beauty presented a problem similar to being rich: it was difficult to know if people loved you for the person you were inside.