Some years back I was in hospital recovering from a DVT and my bed was opposite this, as I thought at the time, a very badly spoken, dragged up, unnecessarily rude person in his manner toward everyone, he was snorting, farting, always picking at himself and unnecessarily exposing himself without regard.
None of the above particularly phased me, but I couldn't help noticing, his general behaviour was very much in your face, well almost; one evening his daughter came to visit him and I couldn't help overhearing the most tender loving conversation between the two of them, I have a tear in my eye as I'm writing and recalling this moment, I didn't hear every word said but from the tone of the conversation the poor man was on his way out.
The loving tenderness of this overheard conversation taught me to do my best to not pidgin hole people or to be as judgmental as I was in the past, it shook me and has altered my thinking considerably, in other words, changed my mind.
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