Today I went to sign up for a class required by my job in order to get a 5$ raise. I've always had a bit of social anxiety, so believe me when I say, I was not looking forward to meeting someone new. I hate it because you always have to be polite and you can't really be yourself......uggg I hate being fake polite. Anyways I met the guy that was suppose to sign me up for the class and began to tell him about how I may need some physical exceptions due to my eye illnesses. He in turned asked the standard question "what kind of eye illnesses?". So I then began my long story about my impairments which is almost a freakin speech now since I've probably recited it a hundred times. During my speech he told to me that he also had some eye problems and he told me his was called.......uvitis. My exact illness(among others). How irronic! It was like fate had sent me there to speak with this guy. He told me that his doctor had just about giving up on him and he wasn't even sure if the guy knew what he was doing. So I told him all about my experiences at Johns Hopkins and advised him to go there. This made me feel great. I was actually helping him. I had come into the office expecting to have meaningless conversation for 10 minutes followed by drull paperwork to fill out. Instead of wasted time I feel like fate sent me there for a purpose, like my 10 minutes of time with this stranger might have actually made an amazing positive change in his life..... I hope it did.