I am going to admit something once, that I will probably never admit again. This weekend I discovered that I may have been wrong. Now, I'm not admitting complete wrongness. But there may have been a point or two that I didn't fully understand, comprehend or anticipate.
Unfortunately the thing that I may have been less than right about is private to someone else, and so I won't divulge the details here. But I will say that I have been humbled and reminded that it is impossible for anyone to really understand the motives and reasoning of someone else until you see things from their perspective. Sadly, it becomes harder and harder for us to be able to see things from others' point of view.
The disconnect that we all experience is discovered in the waitress who doesn't take the time to look at you when she hands you your change because she is too preoccupied with the buzzing timer ringing that someone else's order is ready. It's found in the moments where we are too absorbed the media flashes about destruction on the other side of the planet to notice that things are falling apart at home. It breeds behind computer monitors, smart phones, self-check lines and Bluetooth headsets.
We all (myself included) have become a race of beings who are so consumed with our own lives that we become incapable of being able to see anyone else for the treasure, trash or trouble that they really are. We fool ourselves into thinking that we can save those who won't work to save themselves; that we need to be saved by someone bigger or stronger than we are; and that we know all of the answers to lead to not only our own happiness, but also that we know all the answers for everyone else.
But to return to my original sentiment, I have discovered that I can be wrong and have been on occasion. And I suppose that is ok, because without being wrong this time and learning from my error - how could I possibly be right the next time?