Never Judge A Man Until You've Walked A Mile In His Shoes
I still remember the first time I laid eyes on her. She was older by more than a decade, and at least two feet shorter. We were introduced by a mutual friend and I was surprised at her lack of response to my friendly smile, but more so by her plainly obvious reluctance to shake my hand. She was awfully quiet during our meeting and kept shooting furtive looks at me. At first, I was puzzled, then very much annoyed. It was our first meeting, for Pete’s sake. What did she hold ag