“It is more important to know what sort of person has a disease than to know what sort of disease a person has.”
By Irwin Ozborne
As a child, I remember walking in my grandmother’s backyard and one day noticed a litter of kittens near her garage in the alleyway. They were hissing, crying, and yelping with the hair sticking up on their backs as their frames were so thin you could see their skeletons.
“I want to pet them,” I told my grandmother.
“Oh no. They are not ready for that,” she insisted, “Someone must have dropped them off and they need food and water first.”
“Why not?” I asked, “Are they bad kittens?”
“Of course not, “ she laughed, “there is no such thing as bad or evil. There is only misguided love. These kittens were abandoned and they just need love. But they are also starving so…
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