Have you ever hidden from the truth in something, like the reality of a particular story or experience?
For a few years, I’ve resisted a memory that happened near home in Washington, DC (per the 1.5 minute clip here). It inspired plenty of turbulent reactions on my end. It disappointed my (naive?) sense of how humanity can extend respect and a capacity to empathize. The scene involves a homeless person, one bystander, and myself encountering each other at a local downtown park.
I’m not sure why this took a few years to share this openly. Maybe the emotional whirlwind it gave way to took that long to process. Sometimes the brain takes a while to sift through an experience, and arrive at a more shareable piece of the story.
