We label people as broken. We ignore the older #man or #woman whose face is wrinkled and worn. Yet, they are filled with wisdom if you have ears to hear their heart. We walk over the homeless body tattered on the sidewalk. Yet, they have a story that gives credence to their condition. We condemn the one who can’t remember as if they are the plague. Yet their hurtful #perspective shaped their blocked painfilled memories.
Have mercy. Remember – broken #crayons still #color.