While at the farm on Friday, I noticed a Mennonite family visiting the farm. Being a typical outsider, I was amazed at how normal they were. The boys ran to the animals as fast as they could and climbed the fences. The family followed the same route around the farm as any other family. I thought, wow, inspite of our differences, we are all pretty much the same.
Then my evil side took over and I wondered what they saw in the farm. Wasn't it just like home? Farm animals and no electricity? I totally turned this family into a stereotype, even after thinking we were so similar. And then I realized there really were differences between us. They were polite and kind and I wasn't.
Somedays, I think my parents did not beat me enough as a kid.
tim mcmurdo 