The Man

My mother told me a story recently and it has really bothered me ever since. She said she was at the pharmacy recently and a man, that she described as nice looking, well dressed and well kept, went to the counter to pick up medication for the children. The pharmacist asked him if the kids were sick again. This sent him on an ugly rant, according to my mother. Those effing children are always sick, they are arseholes and nothing but trouble. He said it like he meant it with such anger and hate. It was clear to me that we were expected to name call this man, judge him and say how awful he is. However, I do not feel any of these things about this man I know nothing about. I am not perfect, and admit there was a time not so long ago I too would have judged him.

The healing is within me, I can feel it. I know I still have a very long road but I now have a beginning and while that is something to celebrate let us get back to the man. This man, his story has helped me see changes within me. I work hard each and everyday to try and not judge. I believe that judgment is one of the most destructive weapons of the modern world. I digress. That man, we know nothing about other than how he appeared outwardly. What may have happened before coming to the pharmacy, what personal storm he is fighting, we know nothing. While what he said about the children was awful. We have all had moments we are not proud of. Grace needs to be given. As humans we can all have these negative thoughts about people but if we keep them as just thoughts judgment would not happen.

Thank you strange man for opening my eyes and allowing me to see the progress I am making in my own healing. I hope you, fine sir find the peace you deserve.