A college friend, introducing me to one of her friends, said, "This is Drew. Doesn't he look like Jesus? I think he looks like Jesus." Her friend took a long, considered look at me. She finally said, "I'm not sure. He doesn't quite have the Jesus nose."
To this day, that's the only time I've heard anyone utter the phrase, "the Jesus nose." I wouldn't even dream of comparing myself to Jesus, so it's a relief to know that my nose got me off the hook from being expected to perform miracles, promise heavenly rewards to the well-behaved, and mete out justice by turning grievous offenders into pillars of salt. I had enough on my plate with 18 credit hours that semester anyway.
