Francesca Lia BlockThey knew, though, she would not suffer as they had suffered. She was perfect. They were scarred.
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They knew, though, she would not suffer as they had suffered. She was perfect. They were scarred. This quote is a good example of the way in which we can use our knowledge of others to come to better understand their experience.
We tend to think that people who have been through a traumatic event will react in a certain way and we may be wrong. The fact is, we can never know how another person will react and we should not judge them without knowing what they have lived through.
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