As a teacher, my path crosses with people experiencing deep pain. Sometimes it comes across as withdrawn kids, screaming parents or irate staff.
Whenever I am privy to the story behind the hiding, anger or screams it often makes immediate sense and my compassion kicks in.
Everyone has a back story. Some of those stories we wear on our faces or carry in our voices. Others are more hidden.
What can we do to foster compassion for the bearers of stories without knowing the narration?