When you assume you have all your "parts"....then learn some were never-ever there..
I thought I knew all about myself until the day I applied for a passport.
Fingerprints are a requirement for any passport. It was only when technician after technician kept trying to fingerprint me…all frustrated over the same results….that I learned I didn’t have any fingerprints.
After a series of tests…medical doctors finally diagnosed me with an extremely rare disease called Adermatoglyphia. The disease’s defining symptom: any person affected by the disease has no fingerprints. The disease doesn’t cause pain or chronic illness, but is considered, incurable. There are only four known extended families—worldwide--- who are affected by Adermatoglyphia. And, of course, there’s me.
When my diagnosis was delivered by a distinguished board of medical doctors in Houston, Texas, they all agreed I was born with the disease. Several fingertips show a few tiny wrinkles but…for the most part….every tip is round and smooth.
I’ve had multiple tests, screenings, exams, and been told that not only am I missing fingerprints…..I also lack toe prints. Without toe prints, my identity can’t be placed in any data bank. Sounds like a great way to rob banks and never get caught.
Just think: I lived all those years, never knowing I had such a rare disease; never knowing I was such an oddity.
Indeed, Ignorance is Bliss.