#right. so

But she was not the only exception, others exist. You might have seen one walking up to a bus stop and stretching out their arm for the bus that was suddenly appearing down the road. You might have watched one wrap the ugly sweater you bought your grandma for her birthday, scissors gliding in a smooth, straight line all the way down the paper, or folding the corners just so without paying half a mind. You might have been in class with one, watched them tear along a perforation perfectly, draw a straight line every time. You might be related to one. You might even be one and never know. Unless you know what to look for, or more specifically how.

Once is odd, twice a coincidence, three times a miracle, after that the English language starts running out of appropriate words fluke, luck, happenstance, quirk, anomalous, phenomenon. You may find more words if you really love thumbing through your thesaurus, and who doesn’t on a nice rainy day when you have a warm cup of tea, a soft blanket and nothing pressing that needs done. But somewhere, somewhen, someone can come up with the exact word that is needed every single time they try, no thesaurus for them, just life as an exception and perhaps a dictionary or two for spelling purposes.

That is really what it comes down to, these people, all of them have no exceptions. They are the exceptions that prove their individual rules. Whichever rule they prove can never apply to them, or they would cease to prove it and it would be untrue. The rule that says there is an exception to every rule, must have an exception or by its own existence it would not be a rule. Except what if that rule was the exception? It proved itself.