Of late, I’ve been struck with how our perceptions differ so greatly from those of others who observe or experience the same things. I first began to realize this when I had friends who were brothers. There was about a ten-year age difference between them. I had much interaction with both brothers and as our relationships deepened, they began to tell me stories from their childhood, about their parents and how they were raised. If I hadn’t known they were brothers, there is no way I could have recognized that they came from the same family and had the same parents. Their perspective as to how they had been raised was as if they had been raised by totally different people. I never forgot this lesson. I learned that our perceptions of events can differ beyond recognition when compared with the perceptions of others who experienced precisely the same things.