What if you woke up one morning, walked to your bathroom, glanced up at the mirror and saw someone staring at you, wearing the same exact clothes you were wearing, but you had no idea who this person was? Suppose you had to walk around all day looking like that person, perhaps of another race, gender, age or socioeconomic status? What would you think? What would you do?
What if that person was someone you labeled in the past with insensitivity and you were now wearing their shoes, and being treated horribly, with disdain or neglected? What if you couldn’t return to your normal self unless you learned a valuable lesson of compassion from being in this individual’s shoes, because of how you previously mistreated or stereotyped such a person? What if?