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Walk a mile in someones shoes
Walking a Mile in Someone Else's Shoes As we grow our experiences teach us lessons and shape how we view the world. In Plato’s “Allegory of the Cave,” he uses the example of the prisoners to show how our view of the world changes when we are faced with new information that contradicts the reality we thought we knew. The world as I viewed it completely changed when a close friend committed suicide. I learned the true meaning of what it means to “walk a mile in someones else shoes”. Its a saying we all know, but when it comes to actually understanding why someone is the way they are its easier to label them as weird, annoying, or rude. To walk in someone else's shoes means to put yourself in others position to understand their feelings or actions, no matter what the circumstance is. Homecoming queen, captain of the cheerleading team, and honors student were a few of my proud labels in high school. I had amazing friends, and an amazing family; I was blessed in every aspect of my life. I can remember being and school and hearing girls complain about the upcoming prom, and watching as a guy would lash out on a teacher. Their actions perplexed me as I labeled them weird and crazy. The truth was they weren’t weird, the girl complaining about prom had never been asked as a date, and the boy yelling at the teacher had so much anger built up from his abusive father that he lashed out on any form of authority. I was blinded from reality because I hadn't viewed life from their experiences. But that all quickly changed the fall of my junior year. October second I awoke like any other day to get ready for school. Reaching for my phone to quite my alarm clock I was bombarded with endless text messages. As my eyes wandered over the words “I’m so sorry for your lose” my heart jumped out of my chest. My mind raced trying to figure out what had happened. As I ran to find my mother down stairs, her faced buried in her hands I knew my life was about to take a big turn.
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