Missing the part of the soul that has empathy, sympathy and compassion for other people, especially people I don't know.
Perhaps it is part of being part of Gen X. It was a rough upbringing. But whose upbringing is perfect or easy?
All people deserve to be treated with respect and dignity. Walk a mile in their shoes. We're all dealing with or going something. What if that was you? Yadayadayada.
That part of me is broken. It wasn't a perfect childhood. Am I modeling an uncaring, cold a callous man for my children?
I tried to raise my children the 'right' way. Whatever that means. Maybe all I've done is shown them what not to do.
May they be kinder and more compassionate than me. If they are, it's thanks to their mother. If they're not, it's my fault. I have to live with that.
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