On Prejudging My Fellow Man

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I was at the airport, and there was a guy who I, as an old, out of touch man, would call a trendy young dude.  He had on the REALLY skinny jeans, a knit cap, and what looked like bowling shoes.  He was also writing in a journal.

I was tempted at first to be impressed, assuming that he was artistically musing on life and love and our eternal place in the cosmos. Then I had to chastise myself for prejudging this young man. In reality, it’s more likely he was over there journaling about how he can’t feel his legs.

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