Do you ever watch the people that pass you by and wonder what their houses are like? Do they keep a picture of Someone on the little bedside stand? Or do they have kids that keep them up late at night? Do they not want to be at home because someone is always screaming obscenities and words that cut like a knife? Or is it their place of retreat where masterpieces of art are created out of the hugs that he/she gives every night to the small children that live there.

Maybe it will change the way we view the world if we begin to think that people are a result of where they come from. A step towards empathy perhaps will give us a greater perspective in a chance for grace for ourselves and for this world.

Maybe then, we can really laugh again without any strings attached.