We reached toward the price scanner at the same moment,  both of us yielding to the other. She finally limped back. I could not help but see her poorly developed limb.  What are the chances that two female strangers with the same rare orthopedic anomaly would stumble into one another on New Years Day? She had not received the same advantage of numerous corrective surgeries. I didn’t explore our strange connection,  but I so wanted to ask if her life had been marred by cruel remarks, whispers, embarrassment.  Had she mastered the art of masking the obvious and hidden the pain in the depth of her soul? Or had she triumphed, using her own flaw to touch others? Considering the humility in her eyes, I knew. 
Scars...we can hide them or we can use them to transform the world.