The woman at the therapy center pulled a bottle of bubbles out of her purse to give my kids. The couple at the soccer game not only cheered on their own son, but they encouraged everyone's child tonight during practice.
I realize what a snob I am sometimes.
I live on a side of town that gets judged by some people on the other side of town,. Every time it happens it angers me because I feel like being poor or having a small house doesn't define a person.. And yet, I define people, not with my words but with my passivity.
Because I don't want to hear some stranger's story, I inwardly cringe each time it happens. But then everyday I get online to read lots of strangers' stories and often do some over-sharing of my own. What if I paid as much attention to the woman in the waiting room with me as I did to someone I have never had an in-person conversation with? What if I did a better job engaging with the parents on the sidelines who may have just as much to insight to offer as that link a friend posted?