What if every time you spoke to someone, you first stopped to remind yourself that the person you’re about to speak to is a human, just like you? With feelings, with needs, with scars, with longings, with heart . . .
And that to be human is a miracle. Sometimes a powerful miracle. Sometimes a fragile miracle.
What if every word you spoke–every look you gave–to another human honored this shared divine humanness?
What would you say differently? What would you stop saying? What would you say more?