here is the beginning. as i read it and feel capable, i will share:
We all travel our road in this life. Our road may be smooth and picturesque, or might be filled with giant potholes and miles of uncharted territories. We never know that road that others take as we meet one another on the path, only that at some point we cross over and because of the route we have taken we are unable to ever understand that persons chartered course. Do we stop to look into their passport, or to grasp the experience of their travels, or do we lean only upon our own understanding of that which we have experienced. Or is it that because of what we have experienced that we think we understand others, but do we really?