“When I was young, I would see all these people with blemishes. But as I got closer, I saw they weren’t blemishes at all. They were scars.”
We as humans have a natural tendency to compare. We look at someone else and judge them while we wouldn’t dare judge ourselves. We find ourselves making comments like, “I would never do that!” My sophomore year of high school there was a boy in several of my classes who was loud, disobedient, and I’ll be honest, downright obnoxious. I felt like we never got anything done in class because he would always have to interrupt. I ran into this kid just a few months ago and we ended up talking. He even apologized to me for his behavior throughout school and proceeded to tell me his dad left when he was 5 and that he was always dealing with his mom bringing home a new guy. He never felt like he received any attention at home and like he was taking care of his mom all the time instead of the other way around. I just sat in awe. I could not believe I had ever been so judgmental. The reason why I would look at that boy’s actions in high school and say, “I could never do that,” was because I had never been through what he faced. It isn’t so much the behavior, but rather the scars that brought them to behave in that way. I’m a firm believer that there isn’t a single person you wouldn’t love if you just took the time to learn their story.