Differences

Last night I went to the grocery store after work, because I needed to pick up some Texas-shaped tortilla chips for a potluck at work today. I saw a man in the tortilla aisle who had a really pronounced frown line in his forehead, and a terrible-looking black scar. I averted my eyes, because I thought, I'll bet he hates being stared at, with that awful deformity. I know I hate it when people stare at me. I saw him again in the produce section, all the while feeling sorry for him. I got to the check-out line, and when I looked up, I saw a lot of people with the same mark! Duh. It was Ash Wednesday. I didn't get to church, but I called my chaplain to make sure I'm still in good standing.