From my car I watched as a priest in a pristine cassock navigated his way through the weeds towards a little church in the distance; the soft rain had soaked the ground beneath him. I imagined for a moment how different our lives must be. I could see him relaxing with tea and a book in the evening, which isn't so very different than the way I like to spend an evening. For all I know, he might enjoy a boys night out, or in, playing cards and sipping bourbon. Also, not a bad way to spend an evening. We imagine such a great distance between ourselves and others. It's very likely we are much more alike that we would ever guess.