The low ceiling of acceptance
Randi recently shared an unusual story with me. She works as a guardian for vulnerable adults, and this past Fall she came to understand two very different versions of a situation involving one of her wards.
After speaking to the parties involved, Randi understood the details of both sides of the matter very well. She knew that only one version could be true, she understood which one was true, and which one was false.
Yet that didn’t stop her from concluding with those most peace-loving, non-judgmental words of all:
The truth is somewhere-in-between.
The value of pity
Imagine that your neighbor, the woman next door, breaks down and tells you through her tears that, unbeknownst to you, her husband physically abuses her. She shows you the bruises under her shirt. You see the evidence.