I’ve heard it said or implied so many times. “You’re not (this or that) so your opinion doesn’t matter,” and they try to shut down a line of communication. The gap between listening and speaking is widening, and I wonder if it’s too far gone to mend. I hope not.
an American citizen
a football fan
a military spouse or veteran
a black mother
the spouse of a cop killed on duty
a gun owner
a terminal patient
So, unless I am one of those, or until I become one, it’s better I don’t waste any time thinking about it? I’ll just stand here, nodding or smiling in silence, obedient, because I’ve got no skin in the game? I may not have had your experience, I will never claim to know what you’re going through. But at least give me a chance to ask, a chance to let you explain, a chance to tell you what I think about that and see if we can make things better somehow. How else can we share this world unless we put aside our pre-existing conditions, ask a patient in, that one of another faith, sex, and skin color, say come in, come share my world. Show me yours. Let’s heal together. And we can disagree together, too.”
I guess it’s just easier to say “You don’t know how it feels to be me,” that old Tom Petty tune, and walk away.