“We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.” ~Sam Keen
I heard this story the other day about the collection of homes called Favelas surrounding Rio De Janeiro.
If you aren’t familiar with them, they are a large collection of small run-down homes built on the side of the hills surrounding the city. They scatter and protrude across the landscape like paper litter in the tall grass along the highway.
The conditions can be poor, and unsanitary, often with raw sewage running down the side of the hill where …