Past the Realm of Judgement

Years ago, when I was attending Trinity College in Carmarthen, Wales, I had an interesting conversation over a plate of chips and beans.  A fellow British student asked me quite earnestly if my home looked like the one in the television series Dallas and then he continued to expand on his low opinion of my perceived status as one of those rich Americans.  I nearly choked and it wasn’t because the beans were any less palatable than usual.  My reaction was because my reality was so far from what he envisioned that I was frankly a bit gobsmacked.

And I felt a bit gobsmacked by perceptions and differing realities yet again this morning.

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