On Prejudging My Fellow Man
I was at the airport, and there was a guy who I, as an old, out of touch man, would call a trendy young dude. He had on the REALLY skinny jeans, a knit cap, and what looked like bowling shoes. He was also writing in a journal. I was tempted at first to be impressed, assuming that he was artistically musing on life and love and our eternal place in the cosmos. Then I had to chastise myself for prejudging this young man. In reality, it's more likely he was over there journaling about how he can't feel his legs.