The angry man

We’ve all heard the saying about the need to walk in another person’s shoes in order to understand what his or her life is like.

As I write this blog post, there is a man, maybe 15 feet to my right, who is angry. And I really can’t judge whether he has a right to be.

His clothes are not new, but then again neither are the ones I’m wearing.

His face has a noticeable scowl, but then again that’s a look I quickly adopt when something is going wrong for me.

His body language radiates frustration, but then again mine can quickly show that, too.

He’s speaking on his cellphone with someone, who I presume is a family member, but it could be a close friend. Life is not easy for him; at one point he asked how he could be working as hard as he is only to be broke.

Echoes of recent national political arguments surround me as I hear him, though I’m trying not to listen closely. So many people like “me” have wondered over the past few years why people like “him” don’t think like “I” do. Perhaps we’ve never taken the time to hear them.

And who’s fault is that?

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