I was sitting at the Optometrist waiting for my first pair of glasses and the receptionist said if you wait around a bit longer you will meet the president. I stupidly said "which President". Of course she looked at me in horror and said "Nelson Mandela' who else?" I was so embarressed. Never the less I hung around and low and behold a bunch of body guards walked in followed by our president. He chose to sit right next to me and he took my hand and asked me what my name was, what I did, how old I was and general chit chat. All I could sit thinking is how is it possible that a man who worked on the mines for 27 years had such incredibly soft skin. He was gentle and kind. He was soon rushed off to see the the optometrist. Never in my life have I been so humbled and grateful to a receptionist for letting us hang around and not ushering us out. It wasn't long after that the news was released that the damage from the lime mines meant he his tear ducts were damaged beyond repair.