2 Stories That Show the Danger of Judgement

It is safe to say that we can never know a persons full story until we step into their shoes, so why does it seem to be extra prevalent nowadays? Every TV show, magazine, viral article seems to highlight some perceived flaw of someone or offers some kind of judgement.

Even walking down the street or sitting in a busy cafe, it is almost expected to hear some kind of remark made about someone as they pass by, minding their own business.

Highlighting someone’s perceived flaws doesn’t actually illustrate anything about them, but it speaks volumes about the gossips character.

Remember that you will never truly know someones story and that a first assumption is usually way off the mark. Like in these following two short stories. Take a couple of minutes to read through them both and remember the dangers of judgement.

A View from a Train Window

A 24 year old man is looking out of a train’s window and shouting loudly…

“Dad, look the trees are going behind!”

His father smiled and noticed a young couple sitting nearby, who were observing the 24 year old’s childish behavior with pity.

Suddenly the young man again exclaimed…

“Dad, look the clouds are running with us!”

The couple couldn’t resist and said to the old man:

“Why don’t you take your son to a good doctor?”

”The old man smiled and said…“I did and we are just coming from the hospital, my son was blind from birth, he just got his eyes today.”

Every single person on the planet has a story. Don’t judge people before you truly know them. The truth might surprise you.

2 Stories That Show the Danger of Judgement

A Dish of Plain Ice Cream

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

“How much is an ice cream sundae?”

“50 cents,” replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins in it.

“How much is a dish of plain ice cream?” he inquired. Some people were now waiting for a table and the waitress was a bit impatient.

“35 cents,” she said brusquely.

The little boy again counted the coins. “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and departed.

When the waitress came back, she began wiping down the table and then swallowed hard at what she saw.

There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were 15 cents – her tip.

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