It is scary how quickly we stop seeing people

It is scary how quickly we stop seeing people. Labels become so loud that they drown out the ordinary, sacred details of a human life. A wife making her husband's lunch after thirty years of marriage. A father leaving before dawn to go to work. Three sons who learned perseverance because they watched it every day at their own kitchen table. How is it that we've become comfortable talking about entire groups of people without ever wondering who they tuck into bed, who they're grieving, or what dreams carried them here in the first place? That should shame us. It should make us stop and ask what we've allowed to happen to our own hearts. This essay was written by conservative, Bill Kristol. (He and I disagree about many things but his post reaches beneath politics and reminds me what decency sounds like.) : "Lorenzo Salgado Araujo, killed by agents of our government while driving to work early Tuesday morning in Houston, was fond of telling his three sons, “Que siempre le echemos ganas en esta vida.” The Washington Post offers this rough translation: Give it your all, and never give up. This is a Mexican proverb. But who hasn’t heard similar sentiments expressed by other immigrants from other places at other times and in other languages? We native-born Americans often have it relatively easy. We can be quick to grumble when the going gets tough. It’s often our immigrants who remind us that the better response to life’s challenges is unstinting effort and determined perseverance. And so it’s often immigrants who remind us about the importance of work. Ronaldo Salgado, Lorenzo’s eldest son, emphasized yesterday that his father was “a man who understood that good things come to those who put in hard work.” It’s often immigrants who remind us about family. Araujo’s son said yesterday that his late father was “a family man” and that yesterday was “the first day without him for all of us, and it is heartbreaking to know that my mom did not make lunch for my dad before goin…