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Walked past a shattered glass house… unconscious bias opposed.

I walked past a shattered glass house.

Nobody was inside.

At least nobody I could see.

The windows were gone.

The reflections were gone too.

Funny…

People say those who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.

Solid advice.

Nobody talks much about what happens after the glass breaks.

That’s when things become easier to see.

Without reflections, there’s less distraction.

Without polished surfaces, there’s less pretending.

Just what’s there.

The funny thing about unconscious bias is that it rarely announces itself.

It doesn’t knock.

It doesn’t introduce itself.

It simply rearranges the furniture in your thinking and acts like it owns the place.

Amazing confidence.

Most of us are convinced we’re seeing the world clearly.

Then life hands us a shattered window.

A conversation.

A mistake.

A person we completely misunderstood.

Suddenly the view changes.

Not because the world did.

Because we did.

Broken glass isn’t always a tragedy.

Sometimes it’s an invitation.

To stop looking at our own reflection long enough to notice someone else’s perspective.

A little uncomfortable.

A little overdue.

Walked past a shattered glass house…

The strange thing wasn’t that it had broken.

The strange thing was how much easier it became to see through it.

— JIG3125