Everywhere that Stanley went, people stared and - Jeff Brown

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I long to find a way for all of us, to walk in each other’s shoes for a few moments. To get right inside each other’s experiences, perspectives, ancestral imprints. To empathically experience each other’s circumstances, memories, unmet needs, delights. To break through the isolated nature of each person’s framework of perception and to know it as our own. Imagine that world. Imagine what would happen next. We would stop seeing each other as threats and foreigners. We would recognize that we are all struggling to make sense of this life. We would recognize our shared humanity. We would begin to build bridges where before there were battlegrounds. I long to find a way for all of us, to walk in each other’s shoes for a few moments. It would change everything.

Stanley was pleased that his classmates, who still remembered his