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i will never forget being about 10, in the car with my brother when a man walked by, hands in his pockets and looking to me as if he was talking to himself.

i said "Look at that guy! He must be mental, talking to himself like that!" ("mental" being quite the insult in the world of 10 year olds).

My brother thought a moment (but only a short one) and said, "Maybe he is happy and singing. Maybe he is reciting all of the capitols of all of the states because he has a job interview and that's how he fights being nervous. Maybe he is practicing asking a girl to marry him".

That was the first lesson i recall in suspending judgment, and i bet you don't remember it at all.

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