Maybe McDonald’s is a good thing. Maybe it is OK for Israel to build more settlements and destroy Gaza.
I had a delightful lunch yesterday with two Hungarian people. I asked what the people there thought of the refugee crisis. Depends who you ask. Small-scale and financially poor farmers on the border had seen crops damaged and eaten. Their perspective was different to those in Budapest. The African villager who sees his land flattened by elephants has a different view of them compared to the tourist.
Last night I slept in my new adjustable bed. The bed is in a room at the opposite side of the house to where I slept before; distance four metres door to door. New sounds, stars and planets visible (no streetlights); totally different perspective.
We, and I include myself, make judgments and stick to them. Putting ourselves in the shoes of others may change our mind, or at the very least help us understand their opinion.
While I won’t be ordering a McFlurry any time soon, a person may be grateful for some work at the local Maccas. I’d like to spend a week with people in Tel Aviv. Maybe I need to go and buy The Daily Mail today (substitute a xenophobic, fear-based paper for the country you live in).