Back story

My dad grew up as a pastor’s kid, moving around a lot, never having a home that was his. As a college kid, he started building homes for others. As an adult, he built his own home. That is part of his back story. Everybody has a history. Most of the time we have no idea what it is. Somehow we have to develop compassion even without understanding.

How do we remember to make room for unknown back stories?

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