I’ve been thinking of some of the people I met along The Way.
People I walked with, on and off, for weeks.
And people I met only once.
And it occurred to me that each person I met was a Teacher. Each, in their own way, taught me something. Even the rude people. And the arrogant people.
They were a mirror – a reflection of a part of my self. If I saw rudeness or uncaring or hubris in them, it was only because I recognised those traits within my self.
Each person I met had been put in my way to teach me a lesson.