Following on their line, let me take liberty to add my own version ...I'm sure they won't mind.
If you think you are more tolerant than the majority of people you know, take this test. The test is not graded as a usual test, but by your own evaluation on how you feel while reading the story. Here goes:
Shari went to college and met Chalmer.
Shari: You'll love him, Mom ...he's so sweet, not to mention attractive. And he treats me like a queen.
Mom: I was always hoping you'd meet someone special. Your dad never treated me right ...he treated me as an equal. Wow, like a queen, you say!!
Shari: I know, I continue to pray you meet someone else ...someone who'd make you happy.
Mom: Maybe someday ...I'm just happy you've found someone. When do I get to meet him?
Shari: Well, he's actually outside in the car ...and he wants to take us out to eat.
Mom: That sounds fabulous ...let's go!
Shari: I just have to say something first ...before we go.
Mom: Sure ...we've always been able to talk about everything.
Shari: Well, you have taught me a lot ...but, you've also told me that there are things I have to decide for myself. And Chalmer has also shown me a lot ...like ...that people can be different, and that doesn't mean one is right and the other is wrong.
Mom: That's true ...that's exactly what I've taught you too. We need to honor and respect differing value systems ...anything else would be simply intolerant.
Shari: Exactly ...and it's okay how a person is, as long as they treat you right.
Mom: Right.
Shari: And Chalmer treats me like a queen ...and I asked him to treat you like one too; and he agreed.
Mom: I can't wait to meet him. What restaurant did you two decide upon?
Shari: We didn't decide upon a restaurant, Chalmer doesn't like restaurant food. He suggested we pack a picnic lunch.
Mom: Oh, I love picnics ...how about I make some sandwiches for us all?
Shari: That's not necessary, Mom ...we have everything taken care of. Chalmer got you and me a carry-out pizza.
Mom: Oh, you told him I liked pizza ...that was so thoughtful of him.
Shari: Chalmer laughed when I told him you liked vegetarian pizza.
Mom: I hope you got a pizza he likes too.
Shari: Oh, he doesn't like pizza. But, he likes to keep a head of things ...and he already packed his lunch. Like some people carry dried fruit with them as a snack, it's something like that, except Chalmer is a cannibal.
Mom: Yes, to each his own ...or to his own neighbor.
Shari: I love you, Mom. I told Chalmer you'd understand ...you're the most tolerant and wonderful person I know.
Mom: Chalmer ...that's such an endearing unique name. I never heard of it, but I like it!
Shari: He said his ancestors are from a South American tribe ...Jivaro, or something like that. He's named after his late father ...the name Chalmer means, head of household. I'm sure Chalmer will love you ...and if you show enough interest, he'll probably show you his father some day.
If you think you are more tolerant than the majority of people you know, take this test. The test is not graded as a usual test, but by your own evaluation on how you feel while reading the story. Here goes:
Shari went to college and met Chalmer.
Shari: You'll love him, Mom ...he's so sweet, not to mention attractive. And he treats me like a queen.
Mom: I was always hoping you'd meet someone special. Your dad never treated me right ...he treated me as an equal. Wow, like a queen, you say!!
Shari: I know, I continue to pray you meet someone else ...someone who'd make you happy.
Mom: Maybe someday ...I'm just happy you've found someone. When do I get to meet him?
Shari: Well, he's actually outside in the car ...and he wants to take us out to eat.
Mom: That sounds fabulous ...let's go!
Shari: I just have to say something first ...before we go.
Mom: Sure ...we've always been able to talk about everything.
Shari: Well, you have taught me a lot ...but, you've also told me that there are things I have to decide for myself. And Chalmer has also shown me a lot ...like ...that people can be different, and that doesn't mean one is right and the other is wrong.
Mom: That's true ...that's exactly what I've taught you too. We need to honor and respect differing value systems ...anything else would be simply intolerant.
Shari: Exactly ...and it's okay how a person is, as long as they treat you right.
Mom: Right.
Shari: And Chalmer treats me like a queen ...and I asked him to treat you like one too; and he agreed.
Mom: I can't wait to meet him. What restaurant did you two decide upon?
Shari: We didn't decide upon a restaurant, Chalmer doesn't like restaurant food. He suggested we pack a picnic lunch.
Mom: Oh, I love picnics ...how about I make some sandwiches for us all?
Shari: That's not necessary, Mom ...we have everything taken care of. Chalmer got you and me a carry-out pizza.
Mom: Oh, you told him I liked pizza ...that was so thoughtful of him.
Shari: Chalmer laughed when I told him you liked vegetarian pizza.
Mom: I hope you got a pizza he likes too.
Shari: Oh, he doesn't like pizza. But, he likes to keep a head of things ...and he already packed his lunch. Like some people carry dried fruit with them as a snack, it's something like that, except Chalmer is a cannibal.
Mom: Yes, to each his own ...or to his own neighbor.
Shari: I love you, Mom. I told Chalmer you'd understand ...you're the most tolerant and wonderful person I know.
Mom: Chalmer ...that's such an endearing unique name. I never heard of it, but I like it!
Shari: He said his ancestors are from a South American tribe ...Jivaro, or something like that. He's named after his late father ...the name Chalmer means, head of household. I'm sure Chalmer will love you ...and if you show enough interest, he'll probably show you his father some day.
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