I met a woman once, so debilitated by disease that my impulse was to recoil. Then I remembered the words of one of my teachers: “There is something to love about everyone”, and I checked myself, and realized that this woman must have an incredibly strong will to live. I told her so, and noted that it pleased her.
Years later, I was struck down by the same illness, and I forgot the words of my teacher, and I recoiled at my condition, and berated myself. At least until I recounted this story, and realized that the woman was just a reflection of myself, and that my will is also strong, and this pleases me.
Practice finding something to love about everyone you meet. It may come in handy later.
(Image my own)