Have you ever been guilty of judging others you own age?
I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appoinment with a new dentist. I noticed his diploma, which bore his full name. I remembered a tall, handsome dark-haired boy with the same name when I was in school 30 years ago. Upon seeing him, I quickly discarded any notion that this might be the same person - this fat, balding gray-haired man was way too old to have been my classmate.
After the examination. I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High School.
"Yes," he gleamed with pride, "I was a Mustang."
"'When did you graduate?" I asked.
"1975. Why do you ask?"
"You were in my class."
The old, bald fat man looked at me very close and asked "Really? What did you teach?"