one afternoon i was picking up my kids from school when i heard seething words from a pink-faced man who – evidently – wasn’t a fan of cyclists.
he angrily scolded me from his truck sitting in traffic: i bent one little rule and he wasn’t havin’ it.
in that moment i paused. whatever my pink-faced future friend believed about me, we are still part of my same human family.
whatever one’s identity, we’re all under the same umbrella, each crowed with God-given dignity. perhaps we live [or vote] differently, pink-faced man and i, but if i try could i find common ground with this guy?
i ask: why?
there’s a big election in a couple of months: it’s kamala harris or donald trump. we hinge our hopes on our favorite one. big data algorithms confirm what we chose two decades ago; there’s no questioning what we [think] we know.
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