It’s hard to get rid of labels. I don’t mean from jam jars before we throw them
in the garbage, but from people. Labels such as, “addict,” “homeless” or
“dangerous offender” stick as if permanently attached to the forehead, and often
they tempt others to mentally throw the person into the garbage of life. Even
worse, the person may become the label, and at that point it requires
extraordinary acts of love to call them back to who they really are.