We may have grown up in the same neighborhoods, gone to the same schools, shared a laugh and even a meal, but we are not the same.

We eventually came to a fork in the road. You turned left and I turned right, but that doesn’t make either of us wrong. We can agree and we can agree to disagree, because we are not the same.

If you can mock or find joy in anyone’s death, we are not the same.

If you feel that someone’s words and beliefs should put them in harm’s way, we are not the same.

But I will never hate you. I will never wish you ill will. I could never rejoice in your despair, regardless of our differences. In the end, we will all stand before God, and the words we don’t want to hear him say are, “We are not the same.”

Mark J. Hanna

Hawaii Kai

—EXPRESS YOURSELF

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