Monday, December 08, 2014

Walking in Someone Else's Shoes


Bryan quietly slipped on his right boot.  They were laces, so they would not make the noise that his Velcro running shoes made.  He was trying to be whisper quiet as he wanted to avoid waking his wife and the baby.  Because of the holidays his work schedule now started before the sun got up.  The shoes were new and still pinched on the sides a little.  Bryan forced himself to ignore that pinch because policing the Brinker neighborhood was going to take all his focus today.  As the holidays got closer the crime rate went up on those narrow streets and there seemed to be more crazies.  His partner, Colin, had already started to get angry even before he hit the breaks of the car.  Colin pushed the situation just to get it over with and to get on to the next crazy thug.  The cops at the station thought that Bryan was just too naive in these situations.  They told him he would be sorry one day when he always wanted to give the other side the benefit of the doubt.



Jimar laced his favorite new tennis shoes carefully tightening the turquoise neon-blue laces.  He was going to get to the park early, before his dad came to pick him up this morning.  He knew it was wishful thinking because his dad was always late.  Jimar was excited because he only saw his dad once a month and for just a few hours.  He grabbed his black plastic gun which he took everywhere.  It made him feel safer for some reason and it looked like the ones the big guys in his neighborhood sometimes pulled quickly from their pockets just like a magic trick.


Morty rubbed the sand from his eyes.  One of them was itching more and he knew it was probably infected again, but the free clinic didn't open until Monday.  He moved his stiff joints knowing he had to walk to another corner before that cop came by and banged him on the legs telling him to get moving.  He liked to sit just on the back corner near the grocery store because the housewives sometimes gave him food or change this time of year.  Maybe that fat guy was going to be selling cigarettes today.

(all photos taken from the Internet and Photoshopped to protect the honest)

13 comments:

  1. There's a reason and an explanation for everything. Walking in someone else's shoes might help the walker to, not necessarily change his or her opinion, but to have a greater understanding of that reason and/or explanation.

    Short, yet power packed post.

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  2. Very thoughtful. i read this several times to let the message sink in.

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  3. seems we are (and hopefully many more of us) are thinking along similar lines. totally different approaches fer sure. I think this all the time. how judgmental people have become of others. how quickly they blame the victim.

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  4. Best post of the week!

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  5. I really liked this post.

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  6. Empathy and compassion come from thinking about how the other guy lives.

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  7. This is quite the poignant post.

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  8. Nice...I wait for more.

    And your blog says I have to type the numbers too. Have we all been hacked.

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  9. It is hard to put ourselves in other's shoes but you did a good job illustrating it.

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  10. My comment did not get posted.Waaa!

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  11. I felt tension rise as I projected these three walkers on a collision course. Will the heart feel what the eyes can't see?
    Well done!

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  12. The care of our feet is supposed to be the primary source of a healthy well-being. Sadly we take if for granted. If only to reach out to the one with no shoes. Very nice post Tabor.

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  13. Unfortunately, it took lives to make us aware and care about the injustice to others.

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