Someone we really don't know.

Sometimes, I like to be despised. Misunderstood. It can be a good way to communicate. Because if I'm perceived as despicable, even if I ain't, it's a way to open a conversation. To teach how easy it is to be misunderstood. Oh, so many times I have misunderstood people. And people have misunderstood me. But once we come to understand and know each other, it's such a pleasant feeling. And often, it has resulted in friendships. I suppose I have my share of enemies. And maybe that's the way to define an enemy. Someone we misunderstand. Someone we really don't know. --Jim Broede