I was shocked by the woman who chastised a teenage boy for a small fender-bender in a local parking lot, while the gentleman who’s car was scraped was concerned about the well being of the young man.
I disliked the over-sized spectator at a pro-game screaming, in my ear, at the coach for every play gone wrong.
I am astounded by the couch potatoes who pass value judgement on every aspect of everyone else’s life, as if they were granted divine skills and superior powers.
The irony? This genre of people do the least, have unhappy lives, and throw stones even though they live in glass houses. It is easy to undermine other peoples’ performance or their choices. It takes particular strength of character to rise above the mundane and respect other peoples’ decisions.
Please don’t play God for a Day — none of us are equipped to fill that role.
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