When we can see the potential for violence in ourselves, we can begin to have more compassion when we see it in others, realizing that we are not really so different from each other after all.
We all so
easily and innocently get lost in the compelling nature of our insecure thinking, and just by happenstance of circumstance and thought, we can innocently follow the beliefs in any particular train of insecure thought. We're all guilty of it all the time,
me included. And the more we think about our insecure thoughts, and dwell on them, and reason and justify and defend them, the more they inform our lives.
When I was about 11 years old, I started
babysitting. Mostly what I remember are the parts that I didn't like... cooking, doing dishes, tidying up, trying to stay awake when the parents weren't getting home until very late, the fear of riding my bike home in the cold air and dark night at 1:00
in the morning, or the strange discomfort and awkward conversation during the drive home with the often slightly drunk father.