There is so much that we all go through on a daily basis that no one else fully realizes. Why should they? Who do we tell? Do we share too much? Too little? Either way, we just don't know, so don't judge as if you do. This is a note to myself as much as to you. Don't judge. Period.
The woman who is driving too slow in the left lane may have just lost her spouse. She may be heading to the funeral home to make decisions she never wanted to make.
Or maybe her daughter just had a baby. A baby who will never live to see tomorrow.
Or maybe her dog is at the emergency vet receiving dialysis that may or may not save his/her life.
Or maybe her house just burned down and she is trying to find the closest Red Cross building to make her appointment for help.
Or maybe her favorite song came on, the one that reminds her of that Summer, and she got lost, even if just for a moment.
Or maybe she is daydreaming of the life she has yet to lead.
You don't know. I don't know. So before you judge, just don't.
We all have our own roads to travel. Some of those roads are wonderful and lush, full of passion and excitement. Others are hard and worn, full of despair and faithlessness. Some of them are everything in between - the ones we get through, the ones we survive, and the ones we have joy in recounting. We all travel these roads. That is the one thing I try to always remember.
