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			<title>A picture doesn’t always say 1,000 words</title>
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<p>by BRIAN LOCKHART</p>
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<p>There is a fairly famous painting that hangs in the Museum of Modern Art in New York.</p>
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<p>It was created in 1948 by American painter Andrew Wyeth, and is titled ‘Christina's World.'</p>
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<p>It shows what appears to be a girl or young woman, in a dress, reclining in the middle of a field.</p>
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<p>Presumably, her name is Christina.</p>
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<p>There is a farmhouse off in the distance and she seems to be gazing up at the house.</p>
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<p>The viewer may wonder what she is up to and why is she in the middle of the field.</p>
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<p>The painting itself is rather unremarkable. It is done mostly in shades of brown, with a grey-coloured house. Even the open sky is a muted shade of blue.</p>
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<p>The only real colour in the painting is Christina's dress, which is a shade of pink.</p>
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<p>You can't really gather much information from the work of art, other than what you see.</p>
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<p>But you have to wonder what the artist was trying to say.</p>
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<p>Is the girl relaxing? Is she waiting for someone? Or is she looking up at the house and waiting for someone to come out and greet her?</p>
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<p>It wasn't until years after first seeing this painting I learned the real meaning of Christina's world.</p>
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<p>Christina isn't a young woman or a girl – she was actually in her 50s when the painting was made.&nbsp;</p>
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<p>She's on the ground because she has a degenerative muscular disorder. For some reason, she was firmly against using a wheelchair so she would crawl everywhere she went.</p>
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<p>One day, the artist looked out of the window of his home at the neighbouring property and saw Christina crawling across the field on her way home.</p>
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<p>He was inspired to capture this scene on canvas.</p>
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<p>When you find out the real meaning of this work of art, the entire visual takes on an entirely different meaning.</p>
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<p>A few years ago I attended a seminar at a local clinic that specializes in helping people with hearing loss.</p>
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<p>There was a man there who described an experience when he was a kid.</p>
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<p>He had an older uncle, who the guy described as a ‘miserable person.' The uncle would attend family get-togethers, but not really participate.</p>
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<p>He would sit by himself, not engage in any conversation, and seemed to be in a perpetually bad mood.</p>
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<p>The guy I met, would avoid this uncle because as a kid, he was afraid of him. The rest of the family also kept a distance.</p>
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<p>It wasn't until years later that this guy realized the real reason for his uncle's misery.</p>
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<p>The man had slowly lost his hearing over the years. He didn't engage in conversation, because he couldn't hear anyone speaking to him.</p>
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<p>Apparently, no one clued into the fact that his poor man was suffering in silence, and no one reached out to help him.</p>
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<p>Quite often we are too quick to judge another person based on a single moment in time, or some other interaction that leaves you with a negative feeling about them.</p>
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<p>However, do you really think that person who just cut you off in traffic really meant to do it? Or did they just not see you in their car's blind spot?</p>
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<p>Is it worth blasting your horn and yelling insults at the next stoplight?</p>
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<p>Maybe I watch too many YouTube videos, but it seems we have entered an age of entitlement where some people have lost the ability to be civilized.</p>
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<p>You never know what someone else is going through, or what their life circumstances are.</p>
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<p>Berating a cashier for giving you the wrong change, or yelling at a person serving coffee for making a simple mistake is just not acceptable.</p>
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<p>A couple of years ago I was in the local grocery store when a local guy started reaching over the counter to grab some scratch lottery tickets. The kid behind the counter told him couldn't do that.</p>
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<p>The customer started yelling at the kid. He called him a few names, ridiculed his youth and inexperience, and then made some threats about burning his house down.</p>
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<p>I was about to yell out and tell the guy to knock it off when the guy standing beside me, I guess had heard enough. Maybe he knew the kid or remembered him from the store.</p>
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<p>The guy was about 6'4” tall, and around 230 lbs. He calmly walked over to the offender, and quietly said something to him. I didn't hear what he said, but I'm sure it had something to do with putting the loudmouth's head through a wall or something.</p>
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<p>The loudmouth stopped talking and exited the store like a scared rabbit.</p>
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<p>Karen served, as they say.</p>
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<p>It shouldn't have come to that.</p>
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<p>A picture doesn't always say 1,000 words, sometimes you don't know the real story.&nbsp;</p>
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