Yesterday, on our way to Thanksgiving dinner at my mother-in-law’s, we stopped and ate at McDonald’s.

To onlookers we must’ve seemed lame, negligent, and everything that’s wrong with society.

But hold up:  The McDonald’s was at a rest stop and we all had to use the bathroom.  Traffic had us on the road for two hours longer than normal.  And of course, the french fries.

See how understanding a backstory can activate compassion and humor?

What else are we judging without understanding?

(p.s. we didn’t mention our pre-feast pit stop to my mother-in-law.)

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