Category Archives: differences

Walk a mile in my shoes…

Ever wondered what it would be like to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes? When I was a child, I enjoyed trying to walk in my father’s worn, leather work boots. Even with tightening the long, leather laces, it took great effort to keep my toes curled and at the same time, lift those heavy boots and walk. Sometimes I fell on my face and sometimes I fell on my bum, and sometimes I just stood tall.

Ever wondered what it would be like to walk in someone else’s shoes? Ever wondered what it would be like to be the only white person in a shopping mall?  Ever wondered what it would be like to be the only black child in town? Ever wondered what it would be like to watch a clerk come out from behind the counter to watch your African American son pick out his favorite pack of gum? Of course there are already several children in the isle doing the same thing but their color is pale. Ever wondered what it’s like to be the only one not understanding the conversation, the laughter, either because you can’t hear or because you speak another language? Ever wondered what it would be like to go to school in a wheelchair? Ever wondered what it would be like to be different enough, that every time you enter a small town restaurant everyone pauses to stare?

Frankly, I wouldn’t want to trade life shoes with anyone else, mine are difficult enough. I still fall on my face, bounce on my bum and struggle to regain my composure. It makes sense to make friends with our walking shoes, change what we can, accept what we cannot, and be kind to those whose walk is different. Those who manage this simple philosophy, can stand tall in whatever size boot he or she wears. Size 8 anybody?    © 2007


Rejected for being heterosexual…

An old friend is one of the most moral, ethical people I have known. Her main fault is that she is Canadian (laughing to myself)!  She is a life skills counselor, does group therapy for federal parolees, counsels drop ins, and arranges housing for newly released prisoners. Day in and day out she deals with chemical addiction, child neglect, spouse abuse, and helping people sort out their options.

No matter how filthy and disgusting a client may be, she treats them with respect and dignity. “After all” she says, “they are human beings like everyone else.”  My friend has a true desire to help people make changes and cope with life.

She is a single parent to a kind, sensitive, young man.  He is the kind of guy you’d like your daughter to date. (Please don’t ask for his phone number.  lol)

Through many phone calls and email, I tried to support my friend thru the illness and death of her brother. He was ill for at least two years and was in much pain the last three months of his life. My friend would work a stressful day and then spend several hours at the hospital with her brother. When others in the family could not stand to visit him and see him in such pain, she would go to comfort and hold him.

Not only is she talented, but a compassionate, ethical human being. Yet, there are some who would reject her because of one tiny factor…. she is heterosexual!  Imagine…. not seeing the beautiful person that she is because of her sexual orientation!  If I were just fibbing and she’s lesbian, would it make any difference?     ©2007  dr pers