I forgot
One of my Facebook friends is my daughter's best friend who posted that she closed the front door and the security latch got wedged into the door preventing it from opening and asked for help. Since I knew she lived closed by I replied with "I will help if you still need assistance". She gave me her address, five minutes from my home. Went over, I knocked on the front door and she came around from the back door. When she greeted me (she had not seen me in five years) no reactions or comments on my new look as female. Looked at the front door, figured out I needed to pry the door and by thinking ahead of time brought a pry-bar with me. Took two minutes to free the door then a minute to hammer a metal strip back into place. Turned to her and said "done", she thanked me and I left.
When I returned home she had sent me a private message
You look great by the way! I suppose I figured out what your trip to California was about and wow! Congrats on looking awesome!!
I guess she then scrolled through my Facebook notes and on one wrote
You are so beautiful. Really. Just so you know.
More validation for me. Perhaps this might nudge others down their chosen path of transitioning.
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