There's an older man who I've sort of known (but not well) for a number of years through a group we're involved in. Some months ago, some members of our group had an activity in his home. I have to admit that seeing what kind of home he lives in changed how I see him. I used to think we had more in common, but now it seems like we're so, so far apart in what our lives look like on a day-to-day basis. Sometimes I forget how different our lives and circumstances can be within what I've thought of as my community.