September 8, 2014 - 11:16
After reading this post, I immediately thought of my topic. I hope that the similarity is seen by others as well.
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Downtown, it’s not an unusual occurrence to see people whose teeth are near or fully rotted. Their eyes ringed red or glazed over. They struggle to walk in a straight line. These people dress in whatever they have, which often appears to be severely tattered second, third, or even fourth-handed clothing. When I made eye contact with one of these people, a young male, our eyes stayed locked, creating an unsettling feeling within me. I studied his face and saw his pain. He observed mine and cut through me to see my embarrassment. He knows that I spent years judging him although I didn’t know him. I realized that we were eerily similar, both of us living in the same small town, being unaware of our past crossings. The man kept shuffling past me and cautiously returned my slowly forming smile. We didn’t understand each other entirely, but the encounter changed me. I stopped judging individuals who looked like that man, knowing that their eyes would reflect the similar pain that no person should experience.