The older I get, the more I realize how wrong my perceptions were about people and events in my past. For instance, when I was young, I thought we were the poorest of the poor in our small town and that everyone was looking down on us. I discovered recently, thanks to my brother who went back for a visit, that most of the people that lived there were just as poor as we were. Had I known then what I know now, I wouldn’t have been so quick to judge and would have made more of an effort to tame my errant ego. What I know now is that you can’t really see inside someone else’s heart.