(Picture inside.) When I was four, a Gypsy said, "He'll be an MD, have three sons, and live to 132." She'd have deserved a bigger tip if she'd added, "He'll always have hair like Liberace."
After 20+ years in the ER, I now practice Internal Medicine part-time in NYC, but I mostly live in North Carolina, because my sons are here. In fact, I can live anywhere, so a long-distance relationship isn't an insurmountable problem. It doesn't amount to anything. I'm financially secure.
I'm betting that I'll be recognized as a great artist after I'm dead. I even take art supplies to meetings. Yes, I'm not the Stake President. I think I have a good sense of humor (laughs at his own jokes). I like cities with museums, parks, zoos, gardens, and lots of people. I walk, bike, or swim moist days.
I was born with a little CP, but now I have a pretty normal gait and my originally awkward left hand is good for writing, in case something happens to my right hand. Still, you wouldn't want to climb a glacier tied to me. But maybe you'd be willing to take the risk after the hair transplant.
I have a certain testimony of the restoration of the priesthood through Joseph Smith. No matter what failings can be construed in him as he struggled to fulfill his heavy and deadly calling, Joseph is clearly the promised latter-day prophet, holding all the keys until he returns them to the Lamb. Eternal progression is what makes life fair. It's a race we can't win by ourselves, and we can't lose following Christ at the easy (?!) personal pace He sets for each of us. Face trials with faith and hope, not doubting the happy ending. "Happy trials to you, Until we meet again."