I sat beside a woman this morning whose dirty laundry has revealed itself to me. She likely does not know what I know but she is experiencing pain. I don’t know her well enough at all to reach out and say anything regarding the laundry. So instead I show compassion and warmth and humour. I look at her and she is all of us at any given time. She is not bad or deserving. She is not weak or ugly. She is us. And it is her laundry day.