In every house, on the other side of the front door
there is a story, a history (his-story).
This “front door” can be in a house, an appartement,
in an igloo, in Soweto or where people just live under
a bridge without a window or front door!
Over here, there, everywhere, EVERYBODY has
their own story.
We often judge about other people, but when do we
seriously listen to somebody’s life story?
In every form of life
There is a drive
To take and give
Not only to survive
But to thrive
Make no mistake
There is a lot at stake
Because of Hope
So much to lose
Walk in their shoes”
For one single day
And then you may
Have learned a new lesson
In feeling compassion