Don't judge me!
Several years ago I was a young mid-20’s dude living in Minnesota. One normal day I was in my car with a passenger who was in his low 20’s. I was far more mature, obviously. As we were waiting at a stop light, a middle aged man came down the sidewalk riding a pink kid’s bicycle. The guy I was with started to laugh at this guy. It made me mad. So I went into a story with it. “What if this guy is married and has lots of kids? What if they are young and his wife has to stay home to take care of them? What if he’s working two jobs to provide for his family? What if his oldest daughter really wanted a bike for her birthday, but he knew there is no way he could afford to buy her a new bike? What if he found this used bike on the other side of town and the only way he could bring it home was to walk it across town or to ride it across town all the way home? What if he was tired from working the morning shift and the night...