Energy Never Lies

The Truth Always Leaks Out

It was 7:00 a.m. I stood in line with a box of tampons and some Advil.
When it was my turn, I handed them to the clerk. She smiled and asked how I was doing.

With my best smile, I said, "I’m fine."

She looked me straight in the eye and said, “You’re a liar.”

I burst out laughing—because she was right.

When I asked how she knew, she said the Advil and tampons were one clue.
But mostly, it was my voice. “You sounded miserable.”

She didn’t just hear me. She felt me.