One of the little girls was over at our apartment and was hungry; in that moment, I struggled with the fact that I have food, usually three times a day.
I remember a friend's story about two little boys. One of them said to the other “We are all One” and the other said “Yes, but why are we wearing different shoes?” Being with that little girl, I struggled with how different our circumstances were. We have very different shoes. I struggled with my own belief that we are all One.