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Why is it so easy for an individual to judge another individual? Someone no better nor worse than them?
What would make someone better or worse? What makes you better or worse.
Yes, we are all unique, that’s one of the most beautiful parts to being human. Is it not?
There’s this video I am going to share that brings up more thoughts about judgement. Actually it brings up A LOT of emotions and thoughts. Why though, do you get to judge how someone else raises their child. Supports their child, teaches their child? So much judgement in these days where we seem to have become more divided. A division that seems harsh on so many levels.
What does your child, or their child, this child or that child need to know? Need to learn? Unless you are teaching your child to be racist, who is anyone to judge? ( I know, I think I’m judging you if you are raising your child as a racist, I’m not. I just really dislike who you are as a human)….
So if someone wants to raise their child in a way that doesn’t seem right to you, who are you to judge their situation?
Here’s the video I mentioned. It’s 19 minutes long but it’s incredibly well done. Narrated, captured, edited, and more.
This leads me into part 2, where I realize there aren’t two parts at all.
It’s just one more reminder. And I may have even had to remind myself. But WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE?
I am pretty sure that person after person looks at this man, and others, judging them. Calling them names. Giving them not a second thought. Maybe they think “crack addict”. Maybe it’s “bummmm”…
Really though, who are you to judge? Who am I to judge. His sign about having 4 kids, maybe it’s true, maybe it’s not. Who am I to judge?
I asked him about his kids, he gave me names and ages, toward the end of our conversation I wanted to ask him again to see if he could repeat the same answers. BUT. Who am I to judge? Who are you to judge?
The reality with Joe is simple. He is in need of help. He was happy to accept food. He was overwhelmed to have a winter coat that fit him so he could stay warm. (he put that thing on instantly). And he walked away smiling. This man who looked broken as he walked to the RV, walked away feeling seen. Feeling accepted. Feeling as better. Smiling.
So who are you to judge, who am I to judge? We are no different, we are no better. Whether Joe goes home to his kids or goes to find crack, the reality is this.
He needed help. He needs help. And even if just for that day, that moment, help was provided. Then I am happy. And he is happy. Because we shouldn’t judge someone who just needs help. No matter why, or what, or where, or who.
Meet Joe
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