With the day's end in sight I was thinking how growth is a journey of opposites. The man who racked my bike on Friday had a stump for an arm. The rider in front of me at the start of the ride was missing a leg. This is not the case with the people I usually encounter and that's a big part of why I do this ride. I believe that it is only in our encounters with people who are different from us that we are given the possibility to enlarge our own spirit. And maybe if we more frequently stood in the company of "the other", we could end the utter mindlessness of war altogether.
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