Perceptions Are Vicious
His thick jacket covered his face. His overly stuffed backpack, which included all his important documents, was jammed firmly between his legs. He was trying to get a wink of sleep while riding on the noisy chaotic Red Line (train). He worried about how he was going to work in the morning with his continual lack of sleep. He was worried about getting robbed as he slept. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he heard and felt all the judgments from the commuters! No one knew his story, no one spoke to him, no one knew how hard he worked, and even though he covered his face he could feel the stares and glares! Every night he was called a lazy bum and other brutally insulting words. Occasionally he was spat upon and slapped. No one knew who he was, no one knew he worked over 40 hours a week, but so many thought it was their right to deem him unworthy and less than them! The difference between perceptions and reality can be as far apart as heaven and hell. Perceptions can do irrepa...